G2g - Berhana

Got it bad, I gotta go

I’m tryna make it out the South, I think she know

She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go

She told me, «Baby boy, you mine and mine alone»

I gotta, I gotta

Passin' notes in honors lit

She heard about my latest split

Told me, «Come on»

Feelin' on me in the truck

She said she really tryna fuck

But not til prom

Now the date getting closer

Full metal jacket for my soldier

Like Saigon

My nigga said she was crazy

I said she wasn’t

I was wrong

So wrong, yeah

Got it bad, I gotta go

I’m tryna make it out the South, I think she know

She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go

She told me, «Baby boy, you mine and mine alone»

I gotta, I gotta

Lines got blurred

I swore that we could make it work

I really tried (Tried, tried, tried)

Now she callin' on my phone

Asking me if I was home

I had to lie (Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie)

That’s when I heard a crash

Broken window, broken glass

And then she replied, yeah

«Boy, don’t you know that I’m crazy

There ain’t nowhere that you can hide»

Can’t hide, no

You can’t hide, no

You can’t hide, no, no, no

You can’t hide, no

You can’t hide, no

You can’t hide, no, no, no

Got it bad, I gotta go

I’m tryna make it out the South, I know she know

She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go

I think this bitch might be outside, I gotta go

I gotta, I gotta

(Ladies and gentlemen)

(It seems we are now crossing a zone of turbulence)

(Please remain alert and keep your headphones fastened)

(Thank you)

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