he’ll be there - robby atkins lyrics
i’m smokin by my lonely baby
you ain’t my only baby
that summ i call every lady
you kept my sweatshirt i just told you you could hold it baby
you left ya panties and lingerie. what kind of trade?!
i think she played me y’all. she even left a deck of cards
fresh out the box. ironic all the broken hearts
i’m going far. i’m grinding like there’s no tomorrow
working smart. each milestone a perfect start
if it ain’t perfect it ain’t worth a stall
y’all be worrisome you could say i’m wrong
i welcome you, you overstay too long
come with problems ‘spectin’ open arms
long sleeves, my heart’s on neither one
i’ll impress you and like presto – gone
i guess that didn’t do the trick, she got impressions wrong
she said robby you a trip, might see her next fall
but my time is my money like collect calls
[let it breathe]
might see ya next fall, but my time is my money like collect calls
i got time you know ima make ya dress fall
hot love making til we make the sweat fall
[bridge]
(until then!)
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