Gurl gang 10x4 Pt. 2

Pull up in the Uber
Magazine party was super duper
feeling like Freddie Krueger
Ex inside but I'm outside
All eyes
Gang's all good
Smokin hot joking tokin Parliaments
Think I see a way to open
honey can I get some advice?
I swear I'm nice
(Rollin the dice)
My ex in there
We broke up a month ago
She said I moved on
She in there with a bro
I'm just tryna hold on
But what would you do
Girl gang
I'm lame, shit's never the same
Alright alright, stay sane, maintain your lane, we gotchu man, take our hand
You roll in there, girls on the arm
Not tryna harm her
Seems like you got some charm
But wait hold up, her feelings
With y'all on my arm
Gonna ring the alarm
I ain't like that though
No need to cause a show
Cool if y'all go?
Then I'll go?
Let me know

I can't pretend
To be a bad guy
Not my end
I can't pretend
I wouldn't rather dip out
While out
With the squad
If you'd take me along
Somewhere near
Let my mind clear
No fear
Maybe some nerves
Cos Shannon, she's a dear
Just sitting over my beer
She comes over here
You like liquor that's clear?
But she can tell I'm not sure how to steer
C'mon, Jason- that's your name right?
It's tight
But I'm Mike
If a shot's polite
Then let's catch a flight
5 tequila shots
All about the Blancos tonight

I'm distracted
As if ex left
She didn't
I'm switchen
At the bar
Girl gang adjacent
I'm complacent
Shannon's the star
handling the crew
Do you
Her girl took things too far
Contemplating getting the car
Throw back the shots, we out
Pile in the XLR
Uber of course
No remorse
Gotta head to beauty bar
Back there it went too far
But I'm seeing Shannon from afar
Perfect hair don't care
Eyes without despise
And smiles for miles
She smiling at me
Who me?
Fine as hell
I can tell
She living well
Things be swell
Maybe we get a hotel
Chill bro though
Fa show
Play it cool
Butchu gotta shoot
Can't make
The shot
You don't take
If Lonzo Ball shoots threes
I can be at ease
Pull up to Beauty
Cool night breeze
The two of us plus three
Girl gang and me
Is this what it's like to be free?

Fast forward
We're moving toward
The night's end
I don't know my end
But I'm thinking she's more than a friend
Oh baby you
Be cool be coo
It's just us in the taxi
I'm happy
Be a gentleman, it's late
Wasn't a date
This could be great
Dropped off, walk her to the gate
She says it's late
Here's my cell
Take me on a date
Ring my bell
And in that moment I can tell
It's a fake cell
Oh well
Very well
Guess i ain't her clientele