Murder She Wrote Lyrics

You got potential, I can see what everybody don't

What's the issue, promise you i never do the most

Baby what's the info, tryna know you better than the dope

Funny what they telling me, I guess it's murder that she wrote

I knew what it was ever since that first date

You got some different shit inside of you, more than my first baes

I been running too long, one day I'll get that first place

Thinking way too far ahead I gotta get to first base

This shit ain't even to debate

If you wasn't at my table, don't try to eat up off my plate

Went and switched up my number, dont want these bitches in my face

Or my ears

No I don't want your opinion, because it's crystal clear

That you don't fuck with me no more

And I'm sorry to tell you bro, but your girlfriend is a whore

Yeah I'm closing that door, no I don't want that no more

When you said focus on yourself man I took that to the core

I can do whatever on my own

I swear that I love y'all I just don't pick up the phone

I think that I'll be better when I'm gone

Don't think I'm acting different you just still ain't use to how I roll

Smoke and roll smoke and roll

Tryna ease my mind you know how this shit go (oh woah)

Woah woah

Gotta keep that chrome, chrome for the bozos

Hit it i go so slow, yeah so slow

Woah woah, woah woah

How far imma go, I don't know

Woah woah, woah woah

Woah woah, woah woah

Murder what she wrote

You got potential, I can see what everybody don't

What's the issue, promise you i never do the most

Baby what's the info, tryna know you better than the dope

Funny what they telling me, I guess it's murder that she wrote

I got my bed made

Fuck her crazy imma shake and break the fucking bed frame

Bad trip, had to get a better head space

Static shock mode, man I'm moving like I'm Ben Frank

Can't even talk to you if it ain't bout the Ben Frank's

No I don't fuck with that dude

I been the shit this ain't new

Girl i get caught up in my motion, It's hard to focus on you

I do this rap shit for the passion and its something to do

And I've been grinding so damn long because I got sumn to prove

All day

I been workin all day

Demons closing in I think I hear 'em in the hallway

Watch out how you moving, you can hit me on the wauwei

And like tecca said, if you gon run it up then why wait

Locked in from the jump, but I know that shit what they all say

Had to switch my path 'cause I was moving in the wrong way

Got a couple people that's gon fuck with me the long way

Fuck with me the long way

It's been a long day

Woah woah

Woah woah

Gotta keep that chrome, chrome for the bozos

Hit it i go so slow, yeah so slow

Woah woah, woah woah

How far imma go, I don't know

Woah woah, woah woah

Woah woah, woah woah

Murder what she wrote

(Murder what she wrote)

(Woah woah, woah woah)

(Murder what she wrote)

(Murder what she wrote)