No Love Letter

Yeah

As I cruise through these city lights on this cloudy New Orleans night

And I think “is there more to life?”

When I ain’t been feeling too blessed and my mind is covered in stress

Cuz I barely get any rest since my shawty just up and left

And it left a hole in my chest

A pot hole if you will

The type that make you grab control of the wheel

See I’ve been trying to deal

That’s why tonight instead of druggin on pills

I hit the club might drop a dub and fall in love for a feel for real

Wuzzam bitch

Aye where the fuck you at ****

Ha what’s good man I’m in the city

Pull the fuck up **** it got so much ass in this bitch (oh yeah) I’m bout to drown ****

Oh yeah

I can’t even fucking hear you no mo bitch

If you ain’t here in 10mins Imma fuck all these bitches

These days I’m put, don’t like to move around

Not only in my torn where I was born they like to shoot you down for

What, where and why? I don’t know but they don’t care who around

I’m clutching, bugging, I’m boutta pull up just gotta loop around

I cut a left on Roman, pull up in front, turn the music down

I ask bro where to park he tell me

“You go right there, right there on the neutral ground”

Time pass I’m tryna see ass

Cuz this **** gassed me

I left the heat on the backseat as soon as the bouncer ask me

“You can’t come in, you got ID?”

They must not told you who I be

I looked at bro, he looked at me

Got all these bitches showing teeth

The owner walked out of the club, it was love, they let me proceed

Cuz I got bread and they got pigeons in that bitch I’m tryna feed

Look

Walk in all eyes on me

Feel like I’m Machiavelli

Mackin everything in my fucking sight it was necessary

Before I knew it, got into it with some black extensions

She got bad intentions but shawty one of the baddest bitches

Big ass, big breast

See through fishnets

I’m tryna have rich sex

Can you be my bitch? Yes

Pull me to the side

The way she ride she gon take all my bands

I told myself that I would never ever fall in love again

But look at me

I’m tryna slam this shawty like I’m Booker T

Rookie me

Boutta love this hoe knowin’ she for the streets

I asked her what’s her name, she said Jhené

I said okay, she said “and you?”

I said Rjae, she said “I never seen your face”

I said “for real?”, she said that’s true

I said I just be out the way, don’t like the club much anyway

She said “for real? I can relate. I'm only here on Saturday, this shit help the bills get paid”

“I know this a crazy question but how do you feel today?”

I told her “I’m feelin you” and she pickin it up

I told her give me her number I’m hittin her up

As soon as I leave the club I’m doing it just because I think I done fell in love with her

Yeah this a New Orleans love letter

Type a chicks is bound to do you anything long as you let them

You would think after some time, after them lies I would know better

But I still ain’t learn my lesson

In this city that’s so crescent

Hello you’ve reached Jhené

Sorry I missed your call

Just leave a brief message

Or you could shoot me a text and you know I’ll get back

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