December 23rd: PT. 1 by Thekidauto Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I ain’t brought a lady home to mom in years
I know that’s something she fears
She wants grandchildren I know
There something with being alone
Nowadays I don’t know who to trust
Last year I gave up on love
I’ve been so caught up on you
But I know you want me too
Colt Cabana bring the bottles threw
It's Gonna be a long night I should prolly move
Out the city’s cause I gotta problem wit
Messing with pretty ass women on scholarship
But I’m good, just let the henny settle in
Dinner wit ol girl, she say I’m getting arrogant
Talking my shit but inside I’m pessimist
I’m striving for excellece, fuck it I gotta win
High school I was clowned for being a gentlemen
Same bitches working at clubs for gentlemen
Call a nigga lame and soft and gentle then
But wanna show love and dap me and be my friend
I feel like I’m on
Alejanadra still ain’t hit me, I feel like we gone
Jon back behind the camera, I feel like we home
Norm call me everyday, say he loving the songs
Same niggas on the block and they toatin the chrome
Dealing with feelings that I can’t hide
Every night, every night I hear the same cry
She fell in love, fell in love with the same guy
And think I’m different from a distance we the same lie
Mama working 9-5s no i can’t help
But feel down when she round ain't nobody else
Gonna love her like I love her, for the pain felt
For the pain felt, Ima
I ain’t brought a lady home to mom in years
I know that’s something she fears
She wants grandchildren I know
There something with being alone
Nowadays I don’t know who to trust
Last year I gave up on love
I’ve been so caught up on you
But I know you want me too
Colt Cabana bring the bottles threw
It's Gonna be a long night I should prolly move
Out the city’s cause I gotta problem wit
Messing with pretty ass women on scholarship
But I’m good, just let the henny settle in
Dinner wit ol girl, she say I’m getting arrogant
Talking my shit but inside I’m pessimist
I’m striving for excellece, fuck it I gotta win
High school I was clowned for being a gentlemen
Same bitches working at clubs for gentlemen
Call a nigga lame and soft and gentle then
But wanna show love and dap me and be my friend
I feel like I’m on
Alejanadra still ain’t hit me, I feel like we gone
Jon back behind the camera, I feel like we home
Norm call me everyday, say he loving the songs
Same niggas on the block and they toatin the chrome
Dealing with feelings that I can’t hide
Every night, every night I hear the same cry
She fell in love, fell in love with the same guy
And think I’m different from a distance we the same lie
Mama working 9-5s no i can’t help
But feel down when she round ain't nobody else
Gonna love her like I love her, for the pain felt
For the pain felt, Ima