Justin

Met this pretty woman in the Summer from Qatar
Late night at Gjelina, she was eatin' at the bar
Said she was a teacher, seven months left on her Visa
But she used to be a singer, she was meant to be a star
Asked me how I feel about the music I done dropped
Some of it was cool, some of it was hot
Deeper conversations under surface level thoughts
Asked if she can get a ride to her spot, I said: I gotcha
Pull up on La Brea, where them niggas shootin' choppers
Can barely hear the ambulances over helicopters
She invited me up for a drink
I don't indulge, but the moments with her make me feel, so what's the rush?
Started talkin' 'bout the future and the ever-present past
Awkward silences and laughs got me feelin' like we on the path to somethin'
Right before this woman stole my heart, I see a shadow by the door and hear a knock
Eyes bloodshot like she had seen a ghost or somethin'
I don't know what's what, reach in my pocket, get to clutchin'
She like: Hold up, I'm comin', if it get tricky, then I'm bussin'
She said: Baby, meet my little cousin', Justin
Damn

Nice to meet you
Nice to meet you too
Women lie a lot, put that on the dead homies
Women lie a lot, on God
Women lie a lot, put that on the dead homies
Women lie a lot, on God