Luyện nghe bài hát Justine's Interlude

Feels good to be
Yeah, yeah, uh

If I got you and my son and my god on my
What's the point of anybody else
so much stuck on my mental, it's so much you on my mind
It's so much and pussy, yeah, you'd think I'm goin' blind
I it's... funny how blogs talk
Funny how many shows I had went to models walked
So stories 'bout you and so-and-so who from Harlem
It too many from Harlem, so take a guess
Takin' a jet so I can
You say, What's up with you, baby?, I always say, next?
I mean is we in it for?
Revenge from your friends' circle like what did we enter
Tired of fancy dinners, I'm tired of ballin'
I'm tired of hearin' 'bout if this put hands on you
Tired of tryna smile through that's affectin' us
Then I get to if I'm here messin' up
Mac and I couldn't talk, couldn't bear the thought
Two days before it, we was talkin' love and loss
he mentioned Ariana mama and newer songs
Never told a soul, but I knew he was all along
You do to me
I write all my songs about women I never
I hate when I have to lose 'em, I hate 'em when deep
You one of my six that's in the east
I hate makin' promises that I keep
So promise to never be too patient with me
Justine, me
Love and loyalty, that's over (Uh)
The devil be but God controllin' me (Uh)
Roc Nation dinners that inquire 'bout (Uh)
My God the realest (Uh), that's how we (Uh)

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Harlem on these niggas, nah mean?
Bitch ass