Juice Davis - Cold Shoulder

I'm sorry, I'm tired (that's good)
Don't be mad at me
Yeah
If I'm trying why you giving me the cold shoulder? (Ouu yeah oh)
These days you don't wanna talk you want closure
Shawty got a hold on me I swear a nigga blazed
Glaze her like a donut anytime I'm off the drank
Keeping conversation, but I lowkey serve the base
You wanted to fuck me the first day at your place
Erase it out mind, baby, this lifestyle not easy, you was being needy
Yeah, your body here with me, but your mind travels like a visa
Watch how shit pan out like Peter
Body count ran up a meter
Stuck on me like gum on sneakers
You can sit in my fucking face & fucking text other bitches like that's the fucking problem
Like it does not make no fucking sense like at all, Juice, it don't
That's what pisses me the fucking off like-
Yeah
If I'm trying why you giving me the cold shoulder? (Ouu yeah oh)
These days you don't wanna talk you want closure
Hit you when I'm on my way to old courthouse road
I drive the Taurus like that motherfucker was stolen
Had a plus one, can she come? I'm the coldest
Invitation granted, but I should've been on some dolo shit
Like a pimp, bought another bitch to your crib
When you not dating each other, petty things hit
I wasn't ready for no, relationship
Looking back on it, now you plotting for revenge, I know

Written by:
Justin Davis

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