Kevin Turner - your way (feat. Danté)

Baby we can it do it your way, oh
Don’t leave me on the streets
We can it do it your way
Listen
I know you baby (Listen my darling)
Yeah for sure, yeah for sure, yeah for sure
Baby there ain’t no use in pretending, you ain’t make it that hard to know
Always popping up in your mentions, matter fact just about five minutes ago
Baby let me know I ain’t jealous, don’t just leave me outside in the cold
Now you got me out here moving reckless, was it always me who was out the fold?
Searching for solutions, you gave me all the answers
Keep your little loose leaf, ain’t no second chances
Crying in my voicemails, and I don’t think it matters
You left me a fool, my heart is fucking shattered
And I don’t wanna play these stupid games yet again
Play some lil’ pretend with your friends cause I know
When I’m alone, I’m alone, it’ll show, it’ll show
You talking to me like as if nothing happened
It seems to me like I need some subtraction
To me you was really the source of my passion
To you I was never much more than a caption
So now when I look at you I don’t gotta say shit
Patience thin, I don’t wanna lose it
You can go on your own, please don’t call my phone, just leave me alone
It’s always been about you, so now we can do it your way (We can do it your way)
If I do you like you do me, is it still the same game? (Is it still the same game?)
If I ever wronged you, baby would you feel the same? (Baby would you feel the same)
Is that for sure? Is that for sure? Is that for sure?
Baby I’m losing, moving, I can’t, do it
Smoking, pulling, pushing, pushing
Losing, moving, I can’t, do it
Smoking, pulling, pushing, pushing
My biggest fear was losing you
Then losing you happened
Fuck it it’s whatever but I’m always too passive
Never give my mind time before I move past it
And rarely ever speak on the pain, it’s just sometimes memories can creep on the brain
Feel it when I sit back chiefin’ the eighth
Or when my nigga send the file and say speak on the WAV
‘Aight bro you got it know imma come through
Hop in the stu the booth smelling like gun fumes
The heat I’m packing too damaging to these drum loops
But ladies love it as long as I make my tongue move
So this finna do numbers, I been working on this shit for quite a few summers
Quitting on my come up was a pricy move lover got me moving on the low
Like a ‘92 Hummer
It’s always been about you (Always been about you)
So now we can do it your way (We can do it your way)
If I do you like you do me (Do you like you do me)
Is it still the same game? (Is it still the same game?)
If I ever wronged you, baby would you feel the same? (Baby would you feel the same)
Is that for sure? Is that for sure? Is that for sure?
Baby I’m losing, moving, I can’t, do it
Smoking, pulling, pushing, pushing
Losing, moving, I can’t, do it
Smoking, pulling, pushing, pushing (Yeah, yeah)

Written by:
Dante Alleyne, Jeffrey Yinusa

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