Just Listen and tell me what you think
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A Detroit native, Carlos Redman has grown into one of the most prolific experimental trumpeters of our generation. Blending a sultry combination of Hip-hop, R&B
The Other Day
Lyrics by Carlos Redman
Ó 2008
Wait
It was not date
I just ran in to her
The other day
The look on your face
Something is wrong
I heard you talking to her on the phone
Don’t scream
Why are you coming off so damn mean
Calm down just sit talk to me
Guilty
Not me
(What had happened she had said
Visions of me in her head
Kept me real close to her heart
Can we please make a new start)
The letters, the rose
I didn’t send those
Unconditional love has conditions
Your friends
Always knocking what we have built
She won’t admit to her own guilt
She wants me
(She said nobody really has to know
I just have to make it so
Best friends should share everything
She wants Red to be her king)
I really don’t care what your girlfriends say
They never liked me anyway
She came onto me
Where's the trust
There is no guilty plea
Well then peace
‘Cause we argue and we fuss and fight
We never seem to get it right
And since your attitude's so sore
Pack your bags and hit door
Wait
It was not date
I just ran in to her
The other day
What do you mean there's someone else
Pay back for the love I gave away
Faithful
Or did you forget what the vows say
You were already seeing him anyway
Yesterday
(I saw you sitting in the park
Kissing him right in the dark
Pointing fingers suspicious
That’s why you are so vicious)
The clothes, the car
You want to be a star
And sit in VIP all day
I pay all the bills
Make six figures yet and still
You say what I haven't done lately
When you leave
Leave my keys
(Behind you my door sure will lock
Keep the clothes on that you’ve got
Not the one to sleep with hoes
Tell your girls that’s how it goes)
I really don’t care what your girlfriends say
They never liked me anyway
She came onto me
Where's the trust
There is no guilty plea
Well then peace
‘Cause we argue and we fuss and fight
We never seem to get it right
And since your attitude's so sore
Pack your bags and hit door
