Everybody ready for love until they get it Many motherfuckers that come but don’t finish Most of these niggas is full of feces Real ones are an endangered species Met you at a party in Cali back in the summa’ Didn’t even touch But we was feelin’ each other Now you know my momma like Jimmy know the guitar This is real talk
[Chorus:] Let you get away with murda’ baby And I always let you win the game No more strikes You’ve made your last mistake No parol, I’m putting you away for life Blind to the BS Stay blind to the BS I can’t see your face no more Blind to the BS Stay blind to the BS So… Blind to the BS Stay blind to the BS You ain’t on my brain no more Blind to the BS Stay blind to the BS Ray Charles (girl get down on the floor) Ray Charles (girl get down on the floor)
Now you want to act like you should’ve when I was wit’ you Blowin’ up my phone like Hiroshima with issues Airplane mode, I’m high and out of reach Still thinkin’ about it, lowkey Then I think about all the stupid shit you be doin’ Baby we were beautiful Now we’re nothing but ruined I held you down You only changed up I just had enough