Lette Weaver - Miss Me

Hoe you can miss me
With all that bs
You be talking bout
First of all
What the hell you talmbout
Oh you can miss me
With all that shit that you saying
I told you shit I shouldna had
You put that shit on the gram

You outta pocket
Knowing I wear my heart on my sleeve
You had the safe lock key
But put that shit in yo pocket
I tried to show you love baby
You took off like a rocket
Launch pad pushed the gas
Before I could stop it
I got on drugs bad
Strung out
Psych ward
Hung out
But it turned you on to see
What that bipolar heads
Tongues bout
I was true to you
No matter what tune
My mind sung out
I was playing for keeps
But you wun playing for me

Hoe you can miss me
With all that bs
You be talking bout
First of all
What the hell you talmbout
Oh you can miss me
With all that shit that you saying
I told you shit I shouldna had
You put that shit on the gram
So you can miss me
U with ya home girls
Uon fck wit ole girl
Now that bitch ya home girl
Yeah you go e miss me
One way ticket I'm gone
Ion even know where I'm going
But you won't know that I'm gone

Oo she like the highlife
No McDonald's
She eating five guys
Wild times
Taylor port
Done fckd up our highlights
Times 5 days a week
It all starts at night time
No memories
But she remember all bout that night life
No time to vibe feelings decline
Gone roll mine don't combine that in no swisher
Redefine lines
She don't seem to get the picture
You don't seem to fit
Don't mean I won't try to squeeze up in you
And I know that
We play games
It wun a thang to us
Love don't cost a thing
But this games worth
Is the most dangerous
Shid you lied to me
It was us
But you went and changed that up
It was you and me
Shid it you and me
Now hoe you gone miss me
I put that shit on my dad
Don't know bout real
The realest you ever had
You was chasing money bitches
I was getting the bag
The car parked outside
Put my shit in the jag

Hoe you can miss me
With all that bs
You be talking bout
First of all
What the hell you talmbout
Oh you can miss me
With all that shit that you saying
I told you shit I shouldna had
You put that shit on the gram
So you can miss me
U with ya home girls
Uon fck wit ole girl
Now that bitch ya home girl
Yeah you go e miss me
One way ticket I'm gone
Ion even know where I'm going
But you won't know that I'm gone

Written by:
Tracie Weaver

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