justin

Vince Staples

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