Justin

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