Don’t Fall in Love Before the Outro - SonReal, Sid Sriram

Don’t go fall in love before the outro

Let me prove just what you came to see

Oh, don’t go fall in love before the outro

Go on, take your time, let me show you me

Outro

Man, I done came up in that city tryna cut it the slack

I always dreamed I’d have it all so I could give it right back

My daddy told me, «If this ain’t work

You’ll be swingin' them hammers»

I locked myself back in my room

And now I’m singing them hammers, no grammar

But grandma used to rock all gold when she go to church

She don’t ask me why this gold be hangin' all on my shirt

And no, you ain’t love me, baby, baby

'Til I prove to you what I’ma really be, baby, baby, hold up

Don’t go fall in love before the outro

Let me prove just what you came to see

Oh, don’t go fall in love before the outro

Go on, take your time, let me show you me

Met you in '05, we from that small town

I tried to hit that, but I got shot down

Who knew we’d cross paths way, way, way down the road?

You thought you were out my league 'til I made that heart explode

Who’d ever thought that I could find true love?

You were there before I even got to buy you stuff

I was broker than a joke, but you were by my side

I don’t take that shit for granted, let me tell you why, hold up

People search they whole life, yeah, tryna find what we have, yeah

On the road for three months, yeah, them girls be so bad

And I said I want them, then I said I want you 'cause

Nobody love me like, li-li-like you do, I

I just don’t like to t-talk 'bout love anymore

I know I’ve said a million times I give no fucks anymore

But can I take that statement back, because I’ll give 'em for you

Do what you love and let it kill you

I guess I’m living proof, I’m saying

Don’t go fall in love before the outro

Let me prove just what you came to see

Oh, don’t go fall in love before the outro

Go on, take your time, let me show you me

I wrote an album 'bout my dreams

Wrote these songs about my flaws

Talked it out with a piano, had trouble talking with God

Since I’ve been 15 years old, I gave a fuck about the odds

'Cause my plan a rocket launcher, bitch, we shootin' for the stars

Yeah yeah, 10,000 hours, 10,000 hours and puzzle pieces

10,000 hours, 10,000 hours of huggin' bleachers

But all that bleacher time taught me how to go speak my mind

Taught me how to be hungry as fuck when I get to speakin' lines

So, my dude’s, who knew back then I’d blow?

This one’s for you

My circle’s smaller than my buzz when I first started

Those the days when they would call us cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo

I guess we was, but that’s what dreams are made of

I sacrifice a few relationships to make my layup

I almost quit this shit, but every night, you made me stay up

I wanna thank you for saving me with this play I made up

Play on