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