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S o r r y, B u t I’ m O u t s i d e

Lyrics : “S o r r y, B u t I’ m O u t s i d e”

I shouldn’t even be outside
I got somebody inside waiting on me
And I’m playing with their emotions, emotions, sorry
But I’m outside tonight

I might pull up to 40 Love with forty of ’em
What’s the fuck if you know I don’t love ’em?
Cold-blooded but it’s warmer than an oven
When I’m talking ’bout making love with
These bitches want to make sweet love to you too (Oh)
Damn, it makes me think that breaking up is stupid

Plus, you got two foreign’s right outside of the crib
You can ride everyday
You can ride this dick everyday that you need it
It ain’t no secret
And my bad if I come back and you won’t talk to me (My bad)
You told me a couple days ago you off of me (My bad)
I know you lying, but I’m making it easier
And I know you’re fine, I should be home

I shouldn’t even be outside
I got somebody inside waiting on me
And I’m playing with their emotions, emotions, sorry
But I’m outside tonight

And I’m back on the block like it’s hot
Popped the Hennessy, I did a lot
Think I need a little bit more
You don’t know what it’s like to be yours
And I ain’t trying to blow up your spot
But, girl, you ain’t wildin’ out no more
Money keep piling up for sure
You can take me out the dog house for sure

‘Cause I’m trying to tell ya
I’m still your fella, Rocafella
Even though I’m no teller (Shhh)
And I’m outside the crib
With a couple bitches
Doing dirt
Digging ditches
But I hope you’ll only magnify my apologies
I’m standing ten-ten with every part of me (Part of me)
Carpe Diem, I ice you out like every week
Bought the Benz’s ’cause it’s so hard to part with a freak

And these bitches want to fuck you
And I know you want to fuck too
Let you know what I been up to

I shouldn’t even be outside
I got somebody inside waiting on me
And I’m playing with their emotions, emotions, sorry
But I’m outside tonight

40 Love with forty of ’em
What’s the fuck if you know I don’t love ’em?
Cold-blooded but it’s warmer than an oven
When I’m talking ’bout making love with ya
These bitches want to make sweet love to you too (Oh)
Damn, it makes me think that breaking up is stupid

Look, I don’t know what type of time you’re on or what you really wanna do, but you’re waisting my time, Jahron
Baby
No, I’ve been doing this with you for so long
What are you trying to say tho? I don’t—
I’m trying to say I can’t keep doing this
There’s someone out there for you
And we love each other, but what are we doing?
Wait, what the fuck?—
Jahron, you’re not doing enough
You’re the only nigga out here not focused on his bitch
You’re not serious, man, like
You’re not getting any younger and neither am I
Wait, what are you talking about? Are you serious?
Jahron, I’m dead serious
Are you, are you talking to someone else?