Get Lost. [this is old.] summer `07.

ft. taleia.

Slowly pounding.
the beat is slow.
vibes from your voice,
felt like an overload.
stop. wait. breathe.
what will come next?
Will he? Did he?
"Hey Ms. Erika," my baby said.
"i told you i love you, did you go the step?"
im tryna tell you its like oooh,
you woo'd me, then you left me like ooh, oooh, ooh.
had enough of the fuss,
get wit or get lost.

ooh, how can i, paint the perfect picture?
and how can i, not degrade myself? i`ll say. . .
never one, dids you say, you needed that but i was drawn to you.
baby dont choose now to change.
[oooooh.]
im tryna tell you its like ooh,
it took a min. to get me like oooh.
you woo'd me then you left me like ooh, oooh, ooh.
i had enough of the fuss,
get wit it or get lost.