| Block Sender I just got back to the hotel after the show chillin' at the hot spot. This is my favorite city. Pull out my laptop, just to drop you a line. See maybe if your online. I type W-W dot hot, had you know the rest. Left click, no new messages. I'd hate to think shorty it came down to this. CHORUS I had to block sender no more instant messanger Late night love going down online I'm a pateint man, but I dont understand. How we go from maybe to daily to now never. Was it something that I did not do? Not even Sherlock could find a clue. Ain't the first time, you had to test the line, but this time fish your pullin' too much weight. Hate to think shorty came down to this CHORUS When we first met, the city was cool. Not to be priority number one.Knew I had this music in my soul. It's my race, if I dont run it won't get won. Games and lies girl, dont fit in my life. Baby girl you know you gotta get done. Don't want to do this but I got to do this... CHORUS Lyrics by Curtis Santiago, Music by Fred Brenton, Curtis Santiago |