Testo Thru the Night - Phonte feat. Eric Roberson
Testo della canzone Thru the Night (Phonte feat. Eric Roberson), tratta dall'album Tigallerro
Been two months since I seen you, girl it's insane
You're the last one on my body, baby nothing has changed
So many ladies calling for me looking so nice
I'm a man, you understand, but with you I wanna do right
I'm just taking my time, girl I do it for you
'Cause I'm in danger baby, trying to find a way through
I'm just taking my time, baby this is my truth
One more day I'm coming back to you
You know, gotta make it through the night
Through the night baby
Oh I can't wait to get home to you again
Gotta make it through the night
Oh well, I can't wait to get home to you again, lady
All these ladies looking lovely in the VIP line
I love my girl and I'm loyal but that'll make me blind
Up in the after party being chased around
One more night gotta hide my ground
Gotta make it through the night
Oh I can't wait to get home to you again
Gotta make it through the night
Oh I can't wait to get home to you again, oh no
I'm just taking my time, girl I do it for you
'Cause I'm in danger baby, trying to find a way through
I'm just taking my time, baby this is my truth
One more day I'm coming back to you
I'm looking at your body parts
Wearing that dress like it was body art
My body's thoughts responding
But my mind says no when I start rewinding
This inner war got my mind and body hotel rewinding
Just looking for a cheetal in the haystack
To keep the peace and take the edge off of my deep fears
Shorty said she had a happy home with three kids
Up until her man ran out like the beat did
Came back four years later like a leap year
Saying I can't live without you and I sleep weird
The bed's too big and it all connects
I get it, what good is an architect if he ain't got a T-square
To work the angles and keep him in line
So when I think of leaving home I just keep him in mind
So many try to be Mr. Man
But when the bullshit hits the fan
You really telling your kids that you risked it all
For that bitch off of Instagram?
Nah, don't do it, mission abort
These streets ain't a game and it isn't a sport
Better learn how to pass or your shit'll get torched
I done seen so many love stories
Begin with one shorty bare on your couch
Now she airing you out in 140s
It seemed perfect now you out here feeling distressed
She wasn't perfect you just didn't know her shit yet
And that's the case for anybody whose looks fascinate
Gotta go past the face
Or else you just might end up with a basket case
Yikes, they all campaigning
So run for your life like that y'all
Like this y'all
And if you up in the club getting too much love
Better run off on the plug like Prince Paul
Phonte to the little so up it's y'all
Here I go again
Right outside your door
Hey girl let me in
Wait no more
I made it through the night
Oh, oh, still the night
Through the night
Yes I, yes I, yes I, yes I
Credits
Writer(s): Phonte Coleman, Eric Roberson, Larry Griffin, Caleb Mccampbell
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