Testo Can't Get It Back - Blaque
Testo della canzone Can't Get It Back (Blaque), tratta dall'album Blaque Out
Where's the beat?
Black trackmasters mix
Royce 5'9"
Chivalry is dead
Mr. Phelps is back, ladies melt the track
The clothing holding soldier, the welcome back
The best sex money can buy, the three for two
A hundred goodbyes, your result is reason two
I'm trying to go out in the streets with my peeps in jeeps
And freely do what I used to have to sneak and do
I'd rather have my homeboys and my skeezers too
Shady as they are, don't worry about them leaving too
Coming in at seven in the morning and talking shit
Smelling like smoke and soap like I washed my dick
I don't love them hoes but I do love you
Woof, I'm a dog, I listen to too much Snoop
Swear you a player but still sweat me
Call yourself a baller but you want these things
Never known a nigga as petty as you
Weren't you the one that told me we were through?
Claim heartbroken, claim heart torn
Guess you forgot about the things you've done
Guess it didn't matter long as you were having fun
Take my love and run
Come and hold me, too much of that BS
Let my phone ring, why you trying to put me to the test?
All the sleepless nights I had 'cause you
Someone I loved didn't know how to love me back
I guess that's why
Things ain't work out, so we, we ain't together now
And then, you're acting like I slept with your best friend
I went through your cheddar now
You want back everything you gave
The car, the clothes, the diamond rings
Never thought about the love I gave
So everything here stays
What about the things I sacrificed?
Something so wrong but it felt so right
Held things down when you weren't around
Listened to your talk, I regret it now
Claim heartbroken, claim heart torn
Guess you forgot about the things I've done
Guess it didn't matter long as you were having fun
Take my love and run
Come and hold me, too much of that BS
Let my phone ring, why you trying to put me to the test?
All the sleepless nights I had 'cause you
Someone I loved didn't know how to love me back
I guess that's why
Things ain't work out, so we, we ain't together now
And then, you're acting like I slept with your best friend
I went through your cheddar now
You want back everything you gave
The car, the clothes, the diamond rings
Never thought about the love I gave
So everything here stays
5'9", The king of the broken home
The king of the giving, the queen of the hopeless tone
King of the giving her another to focus on
You swinging and screaming and I think you done broke the phone
This is not my style, you can grope along
I am too gangster, baby, to cope, I'm grown
Yet it's my windshield wipers the notes is on
And I seen your little boyfriend, the jokes is on
You said that you was better than me, you know you wrong
I used to bang them tracks out like Poke and Tone
Now you stuck hugging a pillow with no cologne
Can I do my thug thizzle to you? Nope, I'm gone
And I ain't never coming back
Things ain't work out, so we, we ain't together now
And then, you're acting like I slept with your best friend
I went through your cheddar now
You want back everything you gave
The car, the clothes, the diamond rings
Never thought about the love I gave
So everything here stays
Credits
Writer(s): Salaam Remi, Hernst Bellevue, Joe Freeman, Aubrey Gravatt, Marlon Lu Ree Williams, Natina Tiawane Reed, Theodore Life, Jr.
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