Vince Staples - Justin lyrics
Vince Staples, Vince Staples [Compton, California, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Vince Staples - Justin lyrics]
Met this pretty woman in
The Summer from Qatar late night at Gjelina
She was eatin' at the bar
Said she was a 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 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
The Summer from Qatar late night at Gjelina
She was eatin' at the bar
Said she was a 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 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
