Shot My Baby

Starin’ out my window
Pistol in my palms
Tears soakin’ my pillow
As 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

Singin’—yes
I shot my baby down that day
Singin’—yes
That nigga too, he stole my place
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)

I stepped 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’ve never seen you wear before
Clothes that I bought thrown on the floor
Quietly I closed that bedroom door
Headed downstairs to thе kitchen drawer

Singin’—yes
I shot my baby down that day
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)
Singin’—yеs
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)
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)

Singin’—yes
I shot my baby down that day
Singin’—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)