Gotta lose, to know when I get it right
What if I gotta choose, to know when I get it right
If it all goes away, hit me in the heart
I can't go on, I can't go on
Maybe I'll, maybe I'll
Maybe I got it
Maybe I ain't the one for you
Swear to God that I'm done with you, standing over you
Drop a rose, I pray to God he watching over you
This song here, it's overdue
Me and Brody smoking residue
He asked me about lil mama
I swear that I ain't never met you
Who is you
Being honest, don't give a f*ck about what you do
She went and f*cked my cousin too
You ain't even get paid to do it
I can't even call you a prostitute
Aye, my feelings locked like glovebox
She sending snaps with no tops
I'm sending shots like Oblock
I feel like Von in Icebox
Her pussy wide like lunchbox
They not like us f*ck K. Dot
I'm in my feelings, eight shots
I can't even feel these eight shots
They in her base like Red Sox
All I aim at is head tops
They renting pussy, Redbox
I get mad pussy, Redd Foxx
This Glock knock off his dreadlocks
Your pussy tied no wedlock
I hope he make your bedrock
I hope that pussy gon' rot
I hope that bitch ain't forgot
I don't know what to do
So know when I get it right
What if I gotta choose
So know when I get it right
If it all goes away
It'd be enough
I can't recover from
I can't recover from
Maybe I gotta
I had a best friend, my partna
She cut me off for her partner
You mean that nigga that's snorting
You mean I ain't that important
All our pictures exported
All them pictures distorted
You know your voice I record it
Friendships that can't be aborted
Her love I can't even afford it
She broke my heart and ignored it
This deficit is caloric
I'm burning memories in ordinance
The spirit anointed
My heartbeat it's double jointed
You was supposed to be his Godmother
Now he won't even know of her
I tell him stories about her
Free as a butterfly, let her go
And she better fly
Holding on, that shit's suicide
No one, no one, know more than you and I
Who I tell when I gotta cry
Might as well keep that shit inside
This shit feel so juvenile
I thought she cared more
I guess I was in denial
I guess I was in denial
Yeah
Mmm
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
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Blackhearts - Maybe, I Lyrics
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Gotta lose, to know when I get it right
What if I gotta choose, to know when I get it right
If it all goes away, hit me in the heart
I can't go on, I can't go on
Maybe I'll, maybe I'll
Maybe I got it
Maybe I ain't the one for you
Swear to God that I'm done with you, standing over you
Drop a rose, I pray to God he watching over you
This song here, it's overdue
Me and Brody smoking residue
He asked me about lil mama
I swear that I ain't never met you
Who is you
Being honest, don't give a f*ck about what you do
She went and f*cked my cousin too
You ain't even get paid to do it
I can't even call you a prostitute
Aye, my feelings locked like glovebox
She sending snaps with no tops
I'm sending shots like Oblock
I feel like Von in Icebox
Her pussy wide like lunchbox
They not like us f*ck K. Dot
I'm in my feelings, eight shots
I can't even feel these eight shots
They in her base like Red Sox
All I aim at is head tops
They renting pussy, Redbox
I get mad pussy, Redd Foxx
This Glock knock off his dreadlocks
Your pussy tied no wedlock
I hope he make your bedrock
I hope that pussy gon' rot
I hope that bitch ain't forgot
I don't know what to do
So know when I get it right
What if I gotta choose
So know when I get it right
If it all goes away
It'd be enough
I can't recover from
I can't recover from
Maybe I gotta
I had a best friend, my partna
She cut me off for her partner
You mean that nigga that's snorting
You mean I ain't that important
All our pictures exported
All them pictures distorted
You know your voice I record it
Friendships that can't be aborted
Her love I can't even afford it
She broke my heart and ignored it
This deficit is caloric
I'm burning memories in ordinance
The spirit anointed
My heartbeat it's double jointed
You was supposed to be his Godmother
Now he won't even know of her
I tell him stories about her
Free as a butterfly, let her go
And she better fly
Holding on, that shit's suicide
No one, no one, know more than you and I
Who I tell when I gotta cry
Might as well keep that shit inside
This shit feel so juvenile
I thought she cared more
I guess I was in denial
I guess I was in denial
Yeah
Mmm
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
What if I gotta choose, to know when I get it right
If it all goes away, hit me in the heart
I can't go on, I can't go on
Maybe I'll, maybe I'll
Maybe I got it
Maybe I ain't the one for you
Swear to God that I'm done with you, standing over you
Drop a rose, I pray to God he watching over you
This song here, it's overdue
Me and Brody smoking residue
He asked me about lil mama
I swear that I ain't never met you
Who is you
Being honest, don't give a f*ck about what you do
She went and f*cked my cousin too
You ain't even get paid to do it
I can't even call you a prostitute
Aye, my feelings locked like glovebox
She sending snaps with no tops
I'm sending shots like Oblock
I feel like Von in Icebox
Her pussy wide like lunchbox
They not like us f*ck K. Dot
I'm in my feelings, eight shots
I can't even feel these eight shots
They in her base like Red Sox
All I aim at is head tops
They renting pussy, Redbox
I get mad pussy, Redd Foxx
This Glock knock off his dreadlocks
Your pussy tied no wedlock
I hope he make your bedrock
I hope that pussy gon' rot
I hope that bitch ain't forgot
I don't know what to do
So know when I get it right
What if I gotta choose
So know when I get it right
If it all goes away
It'd be enough
I can't recover from
I can't recover from
Maybe I gotta
I had a best friend, my partna
She cut me off for her partner
You mean that nigga that's snorting
You mean I ain't that important
All our pictures exported
All them pictures distorted
You know your voice I record it
Friendships that can't be aborted
Her love I can't even afford it
She broke my heart and ignored it
This deficit is caloric
I'm burning memories in ordinance
The spirit anointed
My heartbeat it's double jointed
You was supposed to be his Godmother
Now he won't even know of her
I tell him stories about her
Free as a butterfly, let her go
And she better fly
Holding on, that shit's suicide
No one, no one, know more than you and I
Who I tell when I gotta cry
Might as well keep that shit inside
This shit feel so juvenile
I thought she cared more
I guess I was in denial
I guess I was in denial
Yeah
Mmm
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Maybe I gotta
Writer: Justin Holder
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