12 Hours

作曲 : Erik Stephens/Marche' Black

Look

Calling my girls, I'm tryna get cute

Let's go and paint the town

Let's meet up at my place around 12, still gotta take a shower

It's gon' take a hour to do my hair

And to do my make-up

Buy my final outfit to wear by the time I hang up

Click, oh shit, we need a bottle we could sip of course

I text her like "On your way here? Swing by the liquor store"

I need about three Ciroc shooters, know what, get us four

Just ring the doorbell soon as you hit the porch"

I text my man I'm going out

Message open, counting dots, I seen three and he reply

"Grandma really wish that I could, but I gotta work late

But take some extra cash out the safe and put it in your purse bae"

Okay, I'm texting back "I hope to see you later"

Shit, now I'm in the shower singing ballads of Anita Baker

Hour later, dress lookin' fine as a *****

Knock at the door, my girl Lisa like "It's time to get lit"

Look

Models in jeans

Weed, smoke, bottles and drinks

Couple niggas from the town tryna holla' at me

But I'm taken, but I still made 'em buy me a drink

Lisa tapped me like "I gotta go pee"

"Watch my purse for a minute"

I sip my drink by the bar as I waited

Purse in my lap, felt the phone vibratin'

Pulled it out, but my intentions was on turning it off

But that's until I seen the number that call

This my nigga number lit up on her phone (What?)

I mean I gave him her number

But that's only if I ain't picking up my phone

I check my phone but I don't see no missed calls

I was shocked in the face

Tryna figure out why he callin' so late

I read the texts "Keep this a secret, do not say a word"

"Come by tomorrow, but we gotta do it while she at work"

Oh shit she walking back, I threw her phone in the purse

If they creepin', then somebody gon' be bleedin' with no soul in the hearse

****

We left the club, she dropped me off at like 3 in the morn'

Walkin' in circles, still shocked, I can't believe what I saw

Called into work, like I'ma need the day off

Soon as I hung up I raced right to my room to grab this gun out the safe

I got an angel on my shoulder sayin' "Che you ain't no killer"

But the other shoulder tellin' me to take out that nigga

Matter of fact, just kill 'em both

To calm my nerves I took some shots of the Henny

Looked in the mirror, seen the monster that's in me

**** it

The sun is up, I'm in a car speedin'

To Lisa house, I took a left then took a right

To catch this broad scheming

Creeped on the side then I kicked in her house

Waivin' the gun, I seen both of them sittin' on the couch

"I read the texts that you sent the nigga, thought you was slick"

"Lisa, I called you my friend, **** that, I called you my sis"

He waved his hand "Babe it's not what you think"

"I asked Lisa to come with me just so she can help me buy you a ring"

"I found the ring and I was trying to get your best friend advice"

"Baby, I'm tryna spend the rest of my life with you"

I must have been squeezing too tight

I heard a shot, body dropped to the ground and he bleed

Lisa panicked, ran outta there screamin

I dropped to my knees like I ain't mean to kill him

Now I'm searching this body for evidence

To confirm if he was sleeping with her

Damn I don't think he was lyin'

To my surprise, I found the ring in his pocket

****

Oh, gotta get the **** outta here

Shit