作词 : Terry Ngala
 作曲 : Terry Ngala
Chamandy (Chamandy)
Beats (Beats)
(I was drunk and driving, on my way home)
(But the girl I was texting, ain’t the girl I want)
(‘Cause the girl I want, she won't even hit me)
(I'm riding in the city, doing a buck 50)
(Won't blow your phone, ‘cause I ain't no punk) Uh-huh
(My heart say put your pride down, don't stunt) Uh-uh
(But my brain in my head say let her run)
(So it's two on one) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was drunk and driving, on my way home
But the girl I was texting, ain’t the girl I want
‘Cause the girl I want, she won't even hit me
I'm riding in the city, doing a buck 50
Won't blow your phone, ‘cause I ain't no punk
My heart say put your pride down, don't stunt
But my brain in my head say let her run
So it's two on one, two on one
Seen you in my dreams yesterday
Nightmares when I'm still awake
This ain't love, it's no way
‘Cause if it was then you'd stay
And I kinda wish we could've had a retrial
But instead I'm keeping other girls on speed dial
In between feeling proud and feeling denial
Hold these emotions for you then I'll go senile
I gotta think about the green, not where you be at
They say your name around me, knowing I'ma react
I'm trying to keep it cool, just like how a G act
But inside I wanna blow up like a jihad
I was drunk and driving, on my way home
But the girl I was texting, ain’t the girl I want
‘Cause the girl I want, she won't even hit me
I'm riding in the city, doing a buck 50
Won't blow your phone, ‘cause I ain't no punk
My heart say put your pride down, don't stunt
But my brain in my head say let her run
So it's two on one, two on one
Digits still the same till today
992 dash 8
You know the rest, no need to say
But you won't call anyway
Back in the days I would've done my best to fly you
And keep rocks on your wrist, that's that Caillou
Would've gotten in the mud just to find
Lookin' like them alligators in a bayou
On the one side, I want you to follow back
On the other side, wanna put your name in black
On a third side, realizing it's a fact
In this lifetime, me and you will never match
I was drunk and driving, on my way home
But the girl I was texting, ain’t the girl I want
‘Cause the girl I want, she won't even hit me
(I'm riding in the city, doing a buck 50)
(Won't blow your phone, ‘cause I ain't no punk)
(My heart say put your pride down, don't stunt)
(But my brain in my head say let her run)
(So it's two on one, two on one)