Continued from last chapter
August 11th, 1999
New Jersey
Devante Swing's House
2:30 am
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Justine Skye
[Verse 1]
Big papa
You dun lost my mother top shotta
Gave you one more chance, and you didn't love me proper
Thirsty
Okay momma give you little water
But no more nana, truely he does it better (uh)
If you wanna talk we can talk about it
But really there ain't nothing left to figure out
And if you wanna stop put your figures down
Boy, I got to go (oh), I'm out the door (oh)
I seen't you, I peeped you
You glassed, you see through
Red flag, but I still believed you
Pack up and move on is what you need to do
[hook]
No more breath to waste on you
I had so much faith in you
You did what you wanted to
And now I gotta make moves, yeah
Boy, you a lil' boy
Still playin' games, you can miss me with the noise
Boy, you's a lil' boy
And I ain't got time for no itty, bitty boys
As we continued to listen too the rest of the song I don't see how I wasn't tired I should be but I wasn't.
"This song is hella good, apologize for my brother." Devante said.
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