One More Time - Musiq Soulchild, The Husel, Willie HyN

Hold on, baby

This just don’t make sense

Why we can’t see eye to eye

Maybe ‘cause we never tried to

But maybe tonight

I could stop by

We could try to figure this thing out

Know we both full of pride, but…

Ooh girl, I’m just gonna be honest

I’m tryna hit that one more time

We both know once we get started

Neither one of us gon' wanna stop

Ooh girl, ah babe, just be honest

You tryna get back one more time

So let’s just finish what we started

Who knows, baby, could be amazing

They say love’s better the second time around

We about three or four, five—I done lost count

It don’t even matter, girl, let’s just face it

We’re both crazy

We just may not be each other’s type

Down to give us another try

Ooh girl, I’m just gonna be honest

I’m tryna hit that one more time

We both know once we get started

Neither one of us gon' wanna stop

Ooh girl, ah babe, just be honest

You tryna get back one more time

(Don't act like you ain’t tryna get back, no)

So let’s just finish what we started

(We could finish what we started…)

But nah, ‘cause you think you might could do better

You probably could but however

More like me and you ain’t that special

Think about where you was when I met you

Now look at you acting all extra

It’s cool ‘cause shawty I let ya

Go ahead, do your thing (No pressure)

But don’t get mad when it don’t (Affect me), yeah

‘Cause I know at the end of the day

After all that running, sooner or later you gon' end up

(Back at my place)

Yeah, not to be arrogant, I’m just saying that’s what happen when

(People are made) For each other

It don’t matter how much we try to push (Each other away)

I think we need each other more than we know

Think we need each other more than we know

Think we need each other more than we hope

Let’s just be honest, cards on the table

Skeletons in the closet, a full house

You got ‘em and I got ‘em too

I know you get a lot of who—ever wanna get it

You don’t hardly be wit' it

And it sure ain’t for the reason he got bands—Bonnaroo

That ain’t your type

But what’s your type, the pro-to-type?

Hmm, I would know, yeah

But he get to spittin' sweet nothings in your ear

And I ain’t spittin' nothing in your ear

You were the perfect catch

Coulda been my future but the ref called pass interfere

‘Cause I let my past interfere

How did we get to you being 4th and a long way away?

You were the first down

I know you like, «Bruh, how this dude just gon' throw bars in my face?»

You know why you get the first round—‘cause I messed up

But you messed up too

I just happened to be the last one, but I’m still texting you past 1

‘Cause I got that juice wit’chu, mmm

I know what to do wit’chu, mmm

Spit like I’m in the booth wit’chu, mmm

Off the top, I Murda Mook wit’chu, mmm

Every moment made coulda been Biblical

I was God in it, girl, I was Zeus wit’chu, mmm

This how it starts, I get to talking like that

You hit your boy right back

Talking about, «Look, I’mma come but I gotta be right back»

And then I «Yeah right» that

You like «Nah, I gotta go to work in the morning»

I’m like, «Nah, I gotta go to work in the morning—on you»

I’m calling the plays and I’m hiking it on two

You be like «Hyn, who you think you talking to?»

I be like «Nobody»

We laugh a little bit and talk about the past

And then I get to feeling on your azz…

And then you get to looking all froze

Talking about «I ain’t finna be one of your—oh»

And then those sweet nothings that you miss from me

Get followed by a kiss from me

Get followed by pure bliss from me

Five-star diss from me

And then the morning after you said:

«If you ever ran from me, I’d be coming after»

And then I say, «You first and then I’m coming after»

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