To My Grave Songtext
von Gerald Levert
To My Grave Songtext
What am I doing in this house?
What am I doing in this bed?
What are you doing laying next to me?
Running your fingers up through my head
What am I doing with no clothes on
At 6 am in the morning?
They ′bout the same time joy is on
Oh, oh, oh, I'm in trouble
I′m taking this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don't care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
I'm taking this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don′t care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
What I′m gon' tell my woman?
I′ve used the cell phone too much
This the third time she caught me creepin'
You would′ve thought a brother had enough
I'm gon′ take this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don't care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
I'm taking this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don′t care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
She gon′ be standing at the door with them rollers in her hair
And that's a sight to see, it′s enough to make you scared
Something must be wrong with me 'cause the lovin′s good at home
It must be in my genes 'cause papa was a rolling stone
And granddaddy, but they used to say
I′m taking this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don't care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
I'm taking this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don′t care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
I ain′t leavin' my bed for no chickenhead
I ain′t, no, no, I don't care
I don′t care, no, no, no, no, no 'til the last day
′Til the last time I'm gonna, I'm gonna
And if I tell you, and if I tell you
And it seems like you′re gonna say something
You better not say nothing ′cause I'm sensitive about my woman
Said, that′s how I love my woman
I swear to God I love my woman
Since you made that hot water cornbread and collard greens
They make you wanna scream
And I'll cut you if you tell her now, yeah
What am I doing in this bed?
What are you doing laying next to me?
Running your fingers up through my head
What am I doing with no clothes on
At 6 am in the morning?
They ′bout the same time joy is on
Oh, oh, oh, I'm in trouble
I′m taking this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don't care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
I'm taking this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don′t care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
What I′m gon' tell my woman?
I′ve used the cell phone too much
This the third time she caught me creepin'
You would′ve thought a brother had enough
I'm gon′ take this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don't care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
I'm taking this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don′t care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
She gon′ be standing at the door with them rollers in her hair
And that's a sight to see, it′s enough to make you scared
Something must be wrong with me 'cause the lovin′s good at home
It must be in my genes 'cause papa was a rolling stone
And granddaddy, but they used to say
I′m taking this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don't care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
I'm taking this one to my grave
So if I tell you, I might have to hurt you
I don′t care what nobody say
If you a true player, you can say me a prayer
I ain′t leavin' my bed for no chickenhead
I ain′t, no, no, I don't care
I don′t care, no, no, no, no, no 'til the last day
′Til the last time I'm gonna, I'm gonna
And if I tell you, and if I tell you
And it seems like you′re gonna say something
You better not say nothing ′cause I'm sensitive about my woman
Said, that′s how I love my woman
I swear to God I love my woman
Since you made that hot water cornbread and collard greens
They make you wanna scream
And I'll cut you if you tell her now, yeah
Writer(s): Edwin Lamar Nicholas, Gerald Edward Levert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

