Chel Strong - Cinderella Story (feat.Naomi) Lyrics

What could of been meant
I guess you just never know
But maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Maybe this the way its supposed to be
Maybe its the way, its supposed to be
Her parents she honored
Grew up praying to allah
Her pops was around
Raised her up in a tiara
She just needed a prince
To turn from frog to a crown
Sitting nice on a kings head
Who would give her his vows
Who would give her a child
Such a dream it would be
Possibly see a future
In what used to be now
She then gained a few pounds
Started hurting her lungs
All the weed burning her lips now
F*ck it she young
No, what then begun
See her prince never made it
He was giving a path to choose
But he chilled in the basement
Never answered his calling
He then f*cked up the story
Now she up in the trap
Flushing the work in the toilet
Fate coulda been different
If the paths had crossed
She would hold him down
He'd advance as boss
Estate in each state
Crushed grapes in milan
Love coulda went on
But the love wasn't formed
See, I been betting on the days
You were gon call me
Cinderella story
I been waiting on the days
You'd come and save me
Where's my glass slipper
I been waiting on the days
You'd come and hold me
Cinderella story
I been waiting everyday
And counting all the ways
You could be mine
Or maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way, that its, supposed to, be
The way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way, that its, supposed to, be
His pops he admired
Union man retired
Loved his mother for 40 years
Before cancer insider her
Took her soul to heaven
That was momma to him
He just needed a soulmate
Who could love him within
She was coming for him
Close as arms could reach
She wanted to teach
But she lost to the streets
She had promises big as yale
Even letters from stanford
Now she known as a dancer
And he left with his hands up yeah
See, I been betting on the days
You were gon call me
Cinderella story
I been waiting on the days
You'd come and save me
Where's my glass slipper
I been waiting on the days
You'd come and hold me
Cinderella story
I been waiting everyday
And counting all the ways
You could be mine
Or maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way, that its, supposed to, be
The way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way that its supposed to be
Or maybe this the way, that its, supposed to, be