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Paris Morton



Would have came back for you,

I just needed time,

To do what I had to do….

Caught in the life, I can’t let it go

Whether thats right, I will never know

Hope you forgive me

Never meant wrong

Tried to be patient…

And waited too long…

But i would have came back..

But i would have came back for you

Woulda came back

Woulda came back


I talk slicka than a pimp from Augusta

Who just had his linen suit dry clean, bitches whats up with cha?

I hate callin’ the women bitches but the bitches love it

I took some cents and made a nickel of it

I urgin’ all daughters to kiss they mothers

With those lips that all that lipstick covers

You’re never too grown up to miss and hug her

And girls countin’ on me to be there like missin’ rubbers

I’m on some Marvin Gay shit man a bunch of distant lovers

This ain’t the life that I’m used to

Re-introduced to people i’ve been introdued to

Would you forget me?

Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me in fear that i wont remember?

I wish you could still accept me for me.

I miss Memphis, Tennessee

My cousins my dad

And the simplistic beauty that all of them southerners have

I half way across the world with dozens of bags

Feelin’ like all four members of Color Me Bad

And one nigga, amazin’ shit

I got that Courtney love for ya, that crazy shit

I don’t drink every bottle I own, I be agin’ shit

And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin’ shit

Which one of yall got fleets on ya key chains?

Seats for these Heat games?

I really think that you stare at yourself and you see things

La Familia i been inducted and instructed

To stunt on these nigga’s we don’t really fuck with

Fuck is up?

Havin’ lunch and debatin’ Ferrari prices

23 and goin’ through a midlife crisis

But trust me I still deliver like a midwife

And no I’m not sayin’ I’m the nicest, I just live life like it

It take a certain type of Man to teach

To be far from hood but to understand the streets

I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech

Cuz I haven’t hit the Pinnacles that I plan to reach

You gotta own it if you want it

Kisses all on her body she tells me Live In The Moment

And baby…

I’ll never forget none of that

Girl I told you i was comin’ back…




Paris Morton

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