Staring out my window
Pistol in my palms
Tears soaking my pillowAs I write this song
I caught my lady being untrue
Oh, what was I supposed to do? Oh, no
I had to prove myself a man
′Cause clearly she don't think I can, oh, no
Singing, yes, I shot my baby down that day
Singing, yes
That nigga too, he stole my place
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)
Step inside the room, I still have dreams about it
What did I see?
His arms are wrapped around you like he′s been about it
I couldn't believe
Expression that I never seen you wear before
Clothes that I bought strewn on the floor
Quietly I closed that bedroom door
Headed downstairs to thе kitchen drawer
Singing, yes, I shot my baby down that day
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)
Singing, yеs, that nigga too, he stole my place
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down) my place
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)
Singing, yes
I shot my baby down that day
Singing, yes
That nigga too, he stole my place, my place
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)
