Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Speakeasy , by - Outerspace. Release date: 30.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Speakeasy |
| Yo, skinny top brown skin with an apple bottom |
| Glued to my ears, my homies say she’s a problem |
| Showing up backstage with her top off |
| Gangster bitch always there when it pop off |
| Very superior, at times she’s sophisticated |
| And I admit she played tricks and I used to hate it |
| Spending my last at the bar when we shut it down |
| Lovesick, intoxicated when I put her down |
| She only cater to me, she my private dancer |
| When my niggas ain’t around she always got the answers |
| I’m a traveling man, we make traveling plans |
| I drink away my pain, she understands |
| So when she’s gone I can’t deal with the withdrawal |
| Vision blurry, 3D in this pitfall |
| Get the shakes, palms sweaty, it’s too intense |
| I gotta follow, sipping hollow it all makes sense |
| Oh oh I love you so |
| Oh oh I won’t let go |
| Oh oh you look so good |
| Oh oh like I thought you would |
| I remember when I met her, man |
| Trying not to sweat a fan |
| I’d rather have a one night stand, send a telegram |
| But I’m at the age now, give her whole days now |
| Spend my last dime on her every time I stay out |
| Never seem played out, every time’s the first time |
| Everything, everything, everybody flirt with mine |
| But I take it as a compliment, kinda bent |
| More of her in my life to keep a nigga confident |
| I gotta admit, I’m crazy for the taste of her caramel skin |
| And I got ends to waste on her |
| And she’s more like a habit I can’t kick |
| When I wanna call it quits she back on my list |
| She call me quick when she feel alone |
| And I’m the type to take it all put me in the zone |
| My niggas call me on the phone, «Plan what’s hood?» |
| I see Henny over here and that bitch looking so good |
| Every night I’m going to write a story |
| Every night I’m gonna sing a song |
| This is outta hand, I think I need to see a rehab |
| I haven’t seen her in a week I think that she mad |
| She hasn’t called, got me settling for less |
| Got me thinking it’s over for good, sitting here stressed |
| I take twelve steps, my road to recovery |
| And she be everywhere but she don’t wanna fuck with me |
| Nothing I’m doing is wrong, maybe that’s denial |
| Either way I need a fix, bitch cramping my style |
| I feel a relapse coming plan I need a drink |
| Nothing strong, later on maybe we could link |
| I gotta think my nigga, I’m overdoing it lately |
| It’s been crazy on the real I think I’m through with it |
| She got me losing it and I ain’t used to it |
| You wanna ride out or is you on some stupid shit? |
| Nah fuck it let’s get it in and crack the bottle |
| By the bar, buy it all, we’ll be back tomorrow |