My passion above all is my craft. I portray what I see and what I do. Most of my songs tell a story, all of my songs have a meaning to it. To compare my craf
When's the last time you heard someone say that "He/She's a DOPE artist?" Exactly, I plan to bring back that term. All these other artists talk about how they live the life of a Soldier, I joined The Army to get my credibility! LOL
Lyrics
Verse 1
Here I go again at the bus stop again/
7 hours ago, throwin dollars at a topless/
College student in no need of Financial Aid/
As the beat plays, earns tuition on the stage/
6 hours ago, u texted and asked me what’s the hold up/
Couldn’t reply soon enough, I was busy throwin up/
5 hours ago, I’m behind the bar, pourin cups/
Red Berry Ciroc, on the rocks, and more to come/
After a bottle of EverGlo, I was ready to poke/
any chick that walked under the Misseltoe/
The time is now 4:44, and I got approximately/
4 hours to return or I’ll be home alone/
No Caulkin, so I’m walkin to the bus stop/
Then I get a call, sayin “it’s goin down at the spot”/
They scooped me up, after 3 hours, I had enough/
I made it home to a not on the door, “ sh** out of luck”/
Verse 2
Here I am at your mom’s house/
Another note on the door, sayin’ “Sorry, we got nothing to talk about”/
I thought this over at the Wafflehouse/
I returned and replied on the other side, “U’re a coward for walkin out”/
See that’s the sh** that I’m talkin’ ‘bout/
7 days ago, u would’ve wanted to squab it out/
But it’s okay….
(U’re with me baby, on my mind)
6 days ago, u was readin my texts/
5 days ago, u was readin my Facebook messages/
4 days ago, u asked me who were all these beverages for/
The bank statement said 50 shots of Patron/
3 days ago, another strip club/
2 days ago, it was alright, minus the bar fight/
And I told everybody how it went down last night/
(U’re with me baby, on my mind)
Verse 3
Here I am tipsy in the Champagne room/
Ass up in my face, but I could only think about u/
7 bottles of Conjure float across the room/
6 bottles of Jose, 5 cartons of O.J./
Sippin Taquila Sunrise til the Sun Rise/
She’s on her grind like a Harlem Night, Sunshine!/
(U’re with me baby, on my mind)
(but u’re still on my mind)/
4 weeks ago, I was a one-man-demolition/
Knockin down walls left and right/
I got tired of seein Private I’s in my rearview every night/
I kept runnin, but I couldn’t hide/
3 weeks ago, they could catch us at the Lakeshow/
2 weeks ago, the love was getting old/
And I think we all know how it went down a week ago/
(U’re with me baby, on my mind)
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