The Twist

The Twist

Making magic on the mic but nah I’m no magician
Verses making dollars for this underpaid musician
Throwing money at the strippers paying off tuitions
Used to dream about this shit now made it to fruition
Got a story to tell, so sit back and listen
Pay attention because the plots about to thicken
My girl know I’m cheating on her call it intuition
A nigga in the dog house like it’s after school detention
Tryna get her back but she don’t even want to listen
Pouring out my soul like Johnny Gill and New Edition
I hope she take me back, but she’ll still have that same suspicion
Either way it’s still my fault my hearts in this condition
It’s fucked up that the girl I love is stuck in this position
So now I’m smoking spliffs getting high tryna envision
A better time for me and her so now I’m on a mission
No Tom Cruise because impossible aint in my vision
Don’t want to be without her because that’s a life in prison

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So I get up
Fix my shit up
Pick up the phone
I got to hit her up because I don’t want to be all alone
Thinking of some shit to say so now I’m in my zone
All this time without her need her to see how much I’ve grown
Hoping for the day I say “hey honey I’m home”
But then I realize that maybe I might be wrong
Not because she don’t love me, but because I know she strong
And then the phone stopped ringing and a nigga answered her phone

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So now I’m on the phone like nigga who is you
He answered back like nigga I finna ask you too
So at this point I’m heated but don’t know what I should do
My baby girl done left me and she got a new boo
Hung up the phone I guess now I know it’s through
Pacing back and forth tryna figure out if it’s true
Bad thoughts in my mind they clouded up my view
So I grabbed my pistol because this the life I choose
Aint no other nigga winning my baby I don’t lose
See my wifey with another nigga I refuse
So I ride by her house because I don’t wanna assume
But then I see him walking out so now I got the clues
Tires screeching pistols popping giving off the fumes
His body drop my 64’ fly down Fulton Avenue
Now I got to lay low so I get home, take off my shoes
My girl blowing up my phone she tryna call me too
Answered right away “hey baby how are you?”
She say somebody shot her cousin turn to channel 2
Cut the TV on turned straight to the news
The news reports a homicide on Fulton Avenue
My baby crying on the phone she didn’t have a clue
But I love her so much I couldn’t tell her the truth
That I had killed her cousin thinking it was her dude
She wanted me to slide through so I got up and moved
Looking into her eyes she sick without the flu
The only words that leave her lips are “baby I love you”
And I say I love her back, nothing more I can do
I was so tied up in this shit just like I was a shoe
I’m trying to be there for her there’s nothing left to do
She wanted to take me back, I see she moved on too
A couple months go by and now everything is cool
Until the po po calls and says that we have a clue
Your cousin was shot by a man that we think he knew
Caught up in a twisted game just like a Rubik’s cube
They check the call logs and saw there was nothing new
But my baby told the officer that she got a call too
And that her cousin picked it up just to see who
Was on the other line because she had something to do
So they checked the log and to her surprise she knew who
It was her nigga on the line she was so confused
Could I be the one who put her cousin on the news?
Could I be the one who had her family sitting in the pews?
So she called me up to see what’s up and wat was new
Before I could say “hey” she said “I know it’s you”.

Written By: Eddie Hadley
Instagram: @Ugly_ofdacrew