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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 She know tonight is 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 to bond Now the day getting closer Full metal jacket for my soldier Like Saigon My niggaa 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 Letras de cancionesLines 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 the size, 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) Summer day Summer day Summer day Summer day Summer day Summer day From Letras Mania