Justin

Met this pretty woman, in the summer, from Qatar Late night at Gjelina, she was eatin' at the bar Said she was the teacher, seven months left on her visa But she used to be a singer, she was meant to be a star Asked me how I feel about the music I done dropped Some of it was cool, some of it was hot Deeper conversations under surface level thoughts Asked if she can get a ride to her spot, I said, "I gotcha" Pull up on La Brea, where them niggas shootin' choppers Can barely hear the ambulances over helicopters She invited me up for a drink, I don't indulge But the moments with her make me feel, so what's the rush? Started talkin' 'bout the future and the ever-present past Awkward silences and laughs got me feelin' like we're on the path to somethin' Right before this woman stole my heart I see a shadow by the door and hear a knock Eyes bloodshot, like she had seen a ghost or somethin' I don't know what's what, reach in my pocket, get to clutchin' She like, "Hold up, I'm comin'", if it get tricky, then I'm bussin' She said, "Baby, meet my little cousin', Justin" Damn Nice to meet you Nice to meet you, too Women lie a lot, put that on the dead homies Women lie a lot, on God Women lie a lot, put that on the dead homies Women lie a lot, on God