Lyrical Breakdown of I Shot Qupid - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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(Sauceboy, shit, what you want me to play?)
(Ayy, Juni, what it do?)
(Say 10)
Falling, I see me
Convulsing, all you bring
You do this, make me feel like that I ain't got nobody
I can't do this, so last night
I shot Cupid (oh, oh, oh)
He was bringin' me the wrong love (oh, oh, oh)
He was bringin' me the wrong girls (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I know that it ain't something wrong wit' me (oh, nah)
Every time I even try, don't die
I'm sorry, I'ma need you eventually, but my heart bleedin'
I'm connected to my lean, more than people that you bring
Only reason that I shot you, you don't help me by no means
I ain't never had a bitch make me thug better
I ain't never had one made my love bigger
Had her round 'cause I seen that her love different
So, I thought that I probably could thug wit' her
Said her last old man was a drug dealer
I say, "What you mean?"
She say, "Thug nigga, know I'm pickin' wit' it"
But she know a nigga get a bigger interest
Know my money so long, she get lost up in it
She a solid chick, I was fuckin' wit' her
Whole damn time I ain't have no feelings
But, I ain't mention, every time it'll be a bad endin'
I probably lost her to a whole 'nother nigga
I probably found love in a whole 'nother bitch
Both fall away, 'cause problems wasn't fixed
Cupid was fuckin' my life up, slime
And, I admit that I had a problem wit' it
I remember back then, you was my friend
When I was in love with Hailey and Nia
Around that time, it ain't work, since Nia
I done had nine babies and only one here
And as a black man, I say I'm wise
Where you build a home at, you stay right there
But Cupid, I say I was only a child
And I ain't really know what it mean to care
Your love, don't want go back there
The street niggas, you do not play fair
And no, I don't want to play truth or dare
You be causin' me to leave, when my love stuck right there
You only got me feelin' useless, got me just sittin' and clueless
I made a mistake last night, and shot Cupid
I shot Cupid (oh, oh, oh)
He was bringin' me the wrong love (oh, oh, oh, oh)
He was bringin' me the wrong girls (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I know that it ain't something wrong wit' me (oh, nah)
Every time I even try, don't die
I'm sorry, I'ma need you eventually, but my heart bleedin'
I'm connected to my lean, more than people that you bring
Only reason that I shot you, you don't help me by no means