Starin' out my window Pistol in my palms Tears soakin' my pillow As I write this song I caught my lady being untrue Oh, what was I supposed to do, oh, no I had to prove myself a man 'Cause clearly she don't think I can, oh, no Singin': Yes I shot my baby down that day Singin': Yes That nigga too, he stole my place (Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down) I stepped inside the room I still have dreams about it What did I see? His arms are wrapped around you like he's been about it I couldn't believe Expression that I've never seen you wear before Clothes that I bought thrown on the floor Quietly I closed that bedroom door Headed downstairs to thе kitchen drawer Singin': Yes I shot my baby down that day (Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down) Singin': Yes That nigga too, he stole my place, my place (Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down) (Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down) (Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down) Singin': Yes I shot my baby down that day Singin': Yes That nigga too, he stole my place, my place (Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down) (Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)