Testo LOCKED IN - Aitch
Testo della canzone LOCKED IN (Aitch), tratta dall'album 4
This that kinda love they sang about in the '80s
So good, make you wanna slap your mama in the face
Hooked on you, addicted to it, hit me like cocaine
Know it's bad for me, but I take it anyway
Look, usually I keep it gangsta when a girl's fine (yeah)
But you had me lost for words for the first time (shh)
Bought so many women bags, should have a purse line
I had to break a couple hearts so they didn't hurt mine (whoo)
But you the type to hold it down for your man (yeah)
And if it came to it, bust around for your man
All these other women, they could never come close
Baby, you would not believe what I've said in these notes
I like the way you're mixing attitude with elegance
If you don't think you're sexy, check the mirror, there's your evidence (mwah)
Just your presence gonna get me in my element
Head so good, I'd never question your intelligence, huh
The only lady I see (yeah)
We be fighting at 12 and have a baby by three (yeah)
Five-and-a-half-foot, temper bigger than the moon
But that's why I fucking love you, girl, you're crazy like me
This that kinda love they sang about in the '80s
So good, make you wanna slap your mama in the face
Hooked on you, addicted to it, hit me like cocaine
Know it's bad for me, but I take it anyway
'Cause we locked in and we riding
We love and then we fighting
Say you hate me and I like it (yeah)
'Cause I know you (yeah) and you lying
Call me a bitch, said I'm vindictive
And I been spinning out of control
You said I pushed you to the pinnacle
The way I love you is criminal, I'll reap what I sow
But I thought that real love didn't come with conditions
I'll do anything but listen, swerve ammunition
I be like, "Later," brush it off, hand me my stuff
You say where you going, I ain't going nowhere
This that kinda love they sang about in the '80s
So good, make you wanna slap your mama in the face
Hooked on you, addicted to it, hit me like cocaine
Know it's bad for me (yeah), but I take it anyway
'Cause we locked in and we riding
We love and then we fighting
Say you hate me and I like it
'Cause I know you and you lying
Baby, get your arse in the car before I smack that shit (ow)
Yeah, too busy taking Snapchat vids (yeah)
When she pull up to the spot, my baby done up to the nines
I'm on some Air Force, white tee and snapback shit, I mean (yeah)
I gotta say it, girl, you're prettier than me
But shit, that's saying quite a lot 'cause I'm as pretty as can be, I'm joking
Please excuse me, I get loopy off this tree I'm smoking
Plus I left you with my wallet, now my P's are frozen
I love you, but I hate your guts sometimes
Sometimes it's fuck you, sometimes I wanna fuck sometimes
So what? You know I don't give a fuck sometimes
We've had good times, bad times and fucked-up times, but (yeah)
This that kinda love they sang about in the '80s (yeah)
So good, make you wanna slap your mama in the face (yeah)
Hooked on you, addicted to it, hit me like cocaine
Know it's bad for me, but I take it anyway
'Cause we locked in and we riding
We love and then we fighting
Say you hate me and I like it
'Cause I know you and you lying
'Cause we locked in and we riding
We love and then we fighting
Say you hate me (you hate me) and I like it (I like it)
'Cause I know you (I know you) and you lying (you lying)
Credits
Writer(s): James Murray, Mustafa Armando Ibrahim Omer, Aston Rudi, Harrison Armstrong, Sam Posener, Tamera Janet Cuthbert
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