Lyrics One More Time - Musiq Soulchild, The Husel, Willie HyN

One More Time

Hold on, baby
This just don’t make sense
Why we can’t see eye to eye
Maybe ‘cause we never tried to
But maybe tonight
I could stop by
We could try to figure this thing out
Know we both full of pride, but…
Ooh girl, I’m just gonna be honest
I’m tryna hit that one more time
We both know once we get started
Neither one of us gon' wanna stop
Ooh girl, ah babe, just be honest
You tryna get back one more time
So let’s just finish what we started
Who knows, baby, could be amazing
They say love’s better the second time around
We about three or four, five—I done lost count
It don’t even matter, girl, let’s just face it
We’re both crazy
We just may not be each other’s type
Down to give us another try
Ooh girl, I’m just gonna be honest
I’m tryna hit that one more time
We both know once we get started
Neither one of us gon' wanna stop
Ooh girl, ah babe, just be honest
You tryna get back one more time
(Don't act like you ain’t tryna get back, no)
So let’s just finish what we started
(We could finish what we started…)
But nah, ‘cause you think you might could do better
You probably could but however
More like me and you ain’t that special
Think about where you was when I met you
Now look at you acting all extra
It’s cool ‘cause shawty I let ya
Go ahead, do your thing (No pressure)
But don’t get mad when it don’t (Affect me), yeah
‘Cause I know at the end of the day
After all that running, sooner or later you gon' end up
(Back at my place)
Yeah, not to be arrogant, I’m just saying that’s what happen when
(People are made) For each other
It don’t matter how much we try to push (Each other away)
I think we need each other more than we know
Think we need each other more than we know
Think we need each other more than we hope
Let’s just be honest, cards on the table
Skeletons in the closet, a full house
You got ‘em and I got ‘em too
I know you get a lot of who—ever wanna get it
You don’t hardly be wit' it
And it sure ain’t for the reason he got bands—Bonnaroo
That ain’t your type
But what’s your type, the pro-to-type?
Hmm, I would know, yeah
But he get to spittin' sweet nothings in your ear
And I ain’t spittin' nothing in your ear
You were the perfect catch
Coulda been my future but the ref called pass interfere
‘Cause I let my past interfere
How did we get to you being 4th and a long way away?
You were the first down
I know you like, «Bruh, how this dude just gon' throw bars in my face?»
You know why you get the first round—‘cause I messed up
But you messed up too
I just happened to be the last one, but I’m still texting you past 1
‘Cause I got that juice wit’chu, mmm
I know what to do wit’chu, mmm
Spit like I’m in the booth wit’chu, mmm
Off the top, I Murda Mook wit’chu, mmm
Every moment made coulda been Biblical
I was God in it, girl, I was Zeus wit’chu, mmm
This how it starts, I get to talking like that
You hit your boy right back
Talking about, «Look, I’mma come but I gotta be right back»
And then I «Yeah right» that
You like «Nah, I gotta go to work in the morning»
I’m like, «Nah, I gotta go to work in the morning—on you»
I’m calling the plays and I’m hiking it on two
You be like «Hyn, who you think you talking to?»
I be like «Nobody»
We laugh a little bit and talk about the past
And then I get to feeling on your azz…
And then you get to looking all froze
Talking about «I ain’t finna be one of your—oh»
And then those sweet nothings that you miss from me
Get followed by a kiss from me
Get followed by pure bliss from me
Five-star diss from me
And then the morning after you said:
«If you ever ran from me, I’d be coming after»
And then I say, «You first and then I’m coming after»
Turn the page, it’s just another chapter—it's us