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Berhana - G2g Lyrics




Got it bad, I gotta go
I'm tryna make it out the South, I think she know
She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
She told me, "Baby boy, you mine and mine alone"
I gotta, I gotta

Passin' notes in honors lit
She heard about my latest split
Told me, "Come on"
Feelin' on me in the truck
She said she really tryna f*ck
But not 'til prom
Now the date gettin' closer
Full metal jacket for my soldier
Like Saigon
My nigga said she was crazy
I said she wasn't
I was wrong
So wrong, yeah

Got it bad, I gotta go
I'm tryna make it out the South, I think she know
She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
She told me, "Baby boy, you mine and mine alone"
I gotta, I gotta

Lines got blurred
I swore that we could make it work
I really tried (tried, tried, tried)
Now she callin' on my phone
Askin' me if I was home
I had to lie (lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie)
That's when I heard a crash
Broken window, broken glass
And then she replied, yeah
"Boy, don't you know that I'm crazy
There ain't nowhere that you can hide"
Can't hide, no

You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no, no, no
You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no, no, no

Got it bad, I gotta go
I'm tryna make it out the South, I know she know
She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
I think this bitch might be outside, I gotta go
I gotta, I gotta

(Ladies and gentlemen)
(It seems we are now crossin' a zone of turbulence)
(Please remain alert and keep your headphones fastened)
(Thank you)

Summer day
Summer day
Summer day
Summer day
Summer day
Summer day
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Got it bad, I gotta go
I'm tryna make it out the South, I think she know
She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
She told me, "Baby boy, you mine and mine alone"
I gotta, I gotta

Passin' notes in honors lit
She heard about my latest split
Told me, "Come on"
Feelin' on me in the truck
She said she really tryna f*ck
But not 'til prom
Now the date gettin' closer
Full metal jacket for my soldier
Like Saigon
My nigga said she was crazy
I said she wasn't
I was wrong
So wrong, yeah

Got it bad, I gotta go
I'm tryna make it out the South, I think she know
She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
She told me, "Baby boy, you mine and mine alone"
I gotta, I gotta

Lines got blurred
I swore that we could make it work
I really tried (tried, tried, tried)
Now she callin' on my phone
Askin' me if I was home
I had to lie (lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie)
That's when I heard a crash
Broken window, broken glass
And then she replied, yeah
"Boy, don't you know that I'm crazy
There ain't nowhere that you can hide"
Can't hide, no

You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no, no, no
You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no, no, no

Got it bad, I gotta go
I'm tryna make it out the South, I know she know
She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
I think this bitch might be outside, I gotta go
I gotta, I gotta

(Ladies and gentlemen)
(It seems we are now crossin' a zone of turbulence)
(Please remain alert and keep your headphones fastened)
(Thank you)

Summer day
Summer day
Summer day
Summer day
Summer day
Summer day
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Writer: Amain Berhane, Daniel James Mckinnon, David Brian Pimentel
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, Ultra Tunes, TuneCore Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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