Текст Maurice Moore – Ready

Oh, baby
Do you remember?
I was the first one
To ever say that I love you

Missing phone calls
All them phone calls
Used to feed my ego knowing I’m the one you want
To think that soon you’ll be mine
That shit still blow my mind
I had a taste
But now I want it
So

I wanna go back
These niggas, they ain’t what you want
And I know for a fact
I’m finna pull up on my bike and I’m getting you back
Ohhh
So

I used to say: girl, why you always
Girl, why you always tryna feel on me in public?
Why you always
Tripping when I ain’t posting ’bout you
Now that’s all I wanna do
I’m ready for
You, baby
(I’ve never been more ready for)

I said next time she gon’ be different
We tried keeping the distance
But we kept on slipping oh woah
I ain’t complaining at all
Shit, I think you better off
With this real ass nigga

Oh girl, you was so patient
Wish I would wake up from all these games
I was playing
What a shame
Niggas these days they all the same
(I promise)
This time gon’ be way different, babe
Now that I’m ready

I don’t wanna go back
I’m down for whatever
Just tell me that you got my back
I’m not the nigga that did all the things in the past
No No
So

I used to say: girl, why you always
Girl, why you always tryna feel on me in public?
Why you always
Tripping when I ain’t posting ’bout you
Now that’s all I wanna do
I’m ready for
You, baby
(I’ve never been more ready for)
You
Goddamn, I swear
I swear I’m ready
Ready, ready for you
Girl I’m ready, ready
Ready for you
Girl I’m ready ready
I’m ready
I’m ready for you
There’s no better time than right now

I don’t know what’s in my future, babe
But I know I don’t have one without you
Baby, this is from my heart
Gina, will you marry me?
(Yes)

You the only one I got my sights on
I ain’t tripping when I say I got the right one
You ain’t gotta worry if I might run
Come home, beat it up, no tights on
Oh shit
These bitches all on that hoe shit
But you ain’t built like that
Women outchea keep D like Rose on a ?

I just put five in the tank, girl
About to make my way to you
Goddamn
Only got a G1, I don’t give a fuck, bout to lie though
A nigga made it to the Volvo
Long trips in that bitch to Toronto
Let me know and I’m there like pronto
You can meet me half way if you want to, girl