Justine's Interlude - A COLORS SHOW

Justine's Interlude - A COLORS SHOW - GoldLink

Lyrics by：D'Anthony Carlos/Tavon Thompson

Composed by：D'Anthony Carlos/Tavon Thompson

Produced by：WaveIQ

Feels good to be home

Yeah yeah uh

If I got you and my son and my

God on my side

What's the point of anybody else ridin'

It's so much stuck on my mental

It's so much you on my mind

It's so much money and p***y

Yeah you'd think I'm goin' blind

I think it's funny how blogs talk

Funny how many shows I had went

To where models walked

So many stories 'bout you and

So and so who from harlem

It ain't too many from harlem

So take a guess

Takin' a jet so I can recollect

You say what's up with you baby

I always say what's next

I mean what is we in it for

Revenge from your friends'

Circle like what did we enter for

Tired of fancy dinners

I'm tired of diamond ballin'

I'm tired of hearin'

'Bout if this nigga put hands on you

Tired of tryna smile through

**** that's affectin' us

Then I get to overthinkin'

If I'm here messin' up

Mac died and I couldn't talk

Couldn't bear the thought

Two days before it

We was talkin' 'bout love and loss

Then he mentioned

Ariana mama and newer songs

Never told a soul

But I knew he was dead all along

You do somethin' to me

I write all my songs about

Women I never keep

I hate when I have to lose

'Em I hate 'em when it's deep

You one of my six women

That's in the east

I hate makin' promises that

I never keep

So promise to never ever be

Too patient with me

Justine promise me uh

Love and loyalty that's

Over honesty uh

The devil be talkin' but

God controlling me uh

Roc nation dinners that inquire

'Bout meek uh

My god the realest uh

That's how we meet uh

Yeah na na na na

Yeah na na na na na

Yeah

Harlem shake on these niggas

You know what I mean