I.B.'s - MF Grimm

I gotta get outta here

I gotta get the fuck outta here

Doom, I gotta get the fuck out brah

«I stole your girl while you was in prison»

Will I see you again, Facin' life love, sittin in the pen

Jail, no bail, so I don’t know when

We’ll be together, but until then, I lay in the cell

And I think about you

My freedom the things I want to do

I workout, wait for you to come home

Hold it down sly time on the phone

«Hello», «What's up»

So much you want to say

I listen to you as you talk about your day

I thank the lord that you picked me as your man

But if you can’t stick by, I understand

Do your thing, you’ve got one life to live

Pure love is all that you give

I’m Stressed out today, fucked up in the head

Thinking about what I.B.

said

«I stole your girl while you was in prison»

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Incarceration blues, locked up front page on the news

Fucked up because I’m thinkin about you

Staring at your picture, wishin I was with ya

Will I see you again

Are you loyal are you with other men

Life’s hard, yea the things we go through

Together hold it down love, and I’ll hold you (hold you)

I miss you so much

Back to lockdown I’ll call you after lunch

I’d prefer a visit so you I could touch

Kiss you softly, make me feel free

Smell your perfume, hear you love me

Obviously I picked a winner

Mafia love from birth been a sinner

Burn eterna -ly 'time for dinner',

Times up love, call you after dinner

«Back to lockdown»

Dreams of picnics in the park

Lights out now I’m writing in the dark

I’m stressed out tonight fucked up in the head

Thinkin about what this D said

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