Last Time

Album: Loso's Way (2009)
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  • This is the last time
    I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
    Last time but I gotta see my baby
    I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
    Try to walk, but I just can't leave her alone, girl
    She keep callin' me, callin' me
    I try to leave her alone but
    She keep callin' me, callin' me
    And I gotta go

    Damn, here we go again
    I just came back
    Girl, don't make me go again
    She say you been in the streets
    You was with that hoe again
    Money wrapped in rubber bands
    What you sellin' blow again?
    How she got you holdin' guns
    But you call that hoe your friend
    You ain't posed to bring her home
    What do you show her in?
    I was like show her in
    Never that, oh no
    Anybody in the streets know that that's a no, no
    So know, I would never ever, ever, ever
    Baby, I'm a g, yeah, that's right the seventh letter
    See one thing about the streets, I know where the heffer at
    And I bet she always be exactly where I left her at
    But you know we had a bond, no ring, no paper
    And I don't hear this shit when I bring home paper
    My ears to the streets, what you gonna tell us?
    You keep talkin' down, girl, you sound like you jealous

    This is the last time
    I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
    Last time but I gotta see my baby
    I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
    Try to walk, but I just can't leave her alone, girl
    She keep callin' me, callin' me
    I try to leave her alone but
    She keep callin' me, callin' me
    And I gotta go

    Hi honey, I'm home
    She looked at me and said it's five somethin' in the morn
    You smell like you been drinkin', the vibe from me this strong
    I said, baby, that's cologne, she said, "nigga, that's patron"
    If you wanna keep with them bad habits that's fine
    You think I'm with it then you out your rabid ass mind
    They'll say tricks are for kids, most chicks woulda slid
    But who ain't miss a visit through the six that you did
    I'll be damned if I do another six with some kids
    Who only see they daddy in them flicks on the fridge
    Them niggas that you think are inna mix with ya shit
    They the same reason Michael Vick's doin' biz
    I say hold up, I met you, I was thuggin' back then
    And you was ridin' with me holdin' on a Mack-10
    But that was back when, you ain't give a what
    Now you standin' here tellin' me to give her up

    This is the last time
    I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
    Last time but I gotta see my baby
    I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
    Try to walk, but I just can't leave her alone, girl
    She keep callin' me, callin' me
    I try to leave her alone but
    She keep callin' me, callin' me
    And I gotta go

    Hold on, baby please
    You can't leave now, no, John baby, please
    We gonna get you to a hospital
    As quickly as possible
    Life is full of obstacles
    We gonna get you through this one
    You looked me in my eye (eye)
    When you told me you was done
    I played her for a fool but I guess I was the foolish one
    'Member when she told me that she know how this dream ends
    Late night phone call from one of my close friends
    Tellin' you that we are
    Rushin' to the ER
    By this time tomorrow we was posed to be in DR
    Me blowin' a cigar
    You sippin' a tini
    I told her pack her bags and don't forget her bikini
    Then just like houdini, it all disappeared
    The escape to paradise, didn't end like this I swear
    Sorry baby girl, I tried the best I could
    If I can't be in the streets, I guess heavens just as good

    This is the last time
    I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
    Last time but I gotta see my baby
    I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
    Try to walk, but I just can't leave her alone, girl
    She keep callin' me, callin' me (no)
    I try to leave her alone but
    She keep callin' me, callin' me
    And I gotta go
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    Said, I gotta go, oh-oh-oh-oh
    She keep callin' me, callin' me
    Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-ooh) Writer/s: James Phillips, Jermaine Dupri, John Jackson, Johnta Austin
    Publisher: Audiam, Inc., C&C Digital Services OÜ (UniteSync), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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