Aint never been the type of girl, to make a nigga her world.
but he had me feelin some sorta way, like if he said so, id say okay.
its crazy how one person is able to consume your every thought.
but he had me feelin some sorta way, like my world would end, if he walked away.
time goes on, feelings grow stronger, days grow longer.
and he had me feelin some sorta way, like we was gone be together til our hair turned gray.
than he didnt come home one night, i called twice.
that had me feelin some sorta way, said he was working, but i know hes out to play.
nights got colder, and the space between us grew larger.
so i started feelin some sorta way, not like i did last May.
He started slippin out my fingers, was no rekindling the flame.
he had me feelin some sorta way, so i decided to stray.