Sandstorm Songtext
von Mereba
Sandstorm Songtext
We were low, we were high, Jekyll, Hyde
I′ll still stay by your side
You know I tried, and tried
And tried, and tried, and tried
I was wrong, you was right, justified
I was playing with fire
What a divide, divide, divide, divide, divide
Good God, these niggas is crazy
Just fight the feeling, it's all we do
Inside, it′s killing me, baby
Outside I'm cucumber cool
We might just really be crazy
He might just, she might just
(Be crazy, be crazy, be crazy, be crazy)
What if I told you
(What if I told you)
I miss the old you?
(That I miss the old you, baby?)
I used to hold you tight, a ride or die for life
But I couldn't mold you
(I couldn′t mold you)
′Cause I didn't own you, baby
(′Cause I didn't own you, baby)
But I′m on my own too now, I've grown to know
A lotta shit that I didn′t before
My heart in your grip, don't let my shit slip on the floor
I followed your drip and finally you seen where you going
I try to remember
But then I remember that you got a temper
And I got no filter
So we're like a sandstorm
When we get to blows
Can we please take it easy?
Let′s just act like adults
I′ma keep it cool now
Although I know it's through now
Good God, these niggas is crazy
Just fight the feeling, it′s all we do
Inside, it's killing me, baby
Outside I′m cucumber cool
We might just really be crazy
He might just, she might just
Take a piece of my love
We've been through enough stuff
We probably need to go up and away
Keep the peace, it′s all love, won't need no spite
Now we need to grow up and away
Take a piece of my love
We've been through enough stuff
Probably need to grow up and away
Baby, it′s too crazy, it pains me lately
I′ll still stay by your side
You know I tried, and tried
And tried, and tried, and tried
I was wrong, you was right, justified
I was playing with fire
What a divide, divide, divide, divide, divide
Good God, these niggas is crazy
Just fight the feeling, it's all we do
Inside, it′s killing me, baby
Outside I'm cucumber cool
We might just really be crazy
He might just, she might just
(Be crazy, be crazy, be crazy, be crazy)
What if I told you
(What if I told you)
I miss the old you?
(That I miss the old you, baby?)
I used to hold you tight, a ride or die for life
But I couldn't mold you
(I couldn′t mold you)
′Cause I didn't own you, baby
(′Cause I didn't own you, baby)
But I′m on my own too now, I've grown to know
A lotta shit that I didn′t before
My heart in your grip, don't let my shit slip on the floor
I followed your drip and finally you seen where you going
I try to remember
But then I remember that you got a temper
And I got no filter
So we're like a sandstorm
When we get to blows
Can we please take it easy?
Let′s just act like adults
I′ma keep it cool now
Although I know it's through now
Good God, these niggas is crazy
Just fight the feeling, it′s all we do
Inside, it's killing me, baby
Outside I′m cucumber cool
We might just really be crazy
He might just, she might just
Take a piece of my love
We've been through enough stuff
We probably need to go up and away
Keep the peace, it′s all love, won't need no spite
Now we need to grow up and away
Take a piece of my love
We've been through enough stuff
Probably need to grow up and away
Baby, it′s too crazy, it pains me lately
Writer(s): Marian Azeb Mereba, Jared Tyler Gagarin, Destin Route, Samuel Lee Jr Hoffman, Ronald Eugene Gilmore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com