Rough Soul GoldLink (Ft. April George)

[Intro]
Uh-uhm-uhm
Yeah

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Had to go to LA for the winter
Had to vibe out, Just caught a charge had to hideout
Real nigga talk slick to ya
Told ya bring your girlfriend, tell her bring her friends too
Tell me Hollywood kinda weird
You don't really like it but you gotta play the biz
Yeah met ya last June
By next June we were all in love and wanna fuck now
Fell in love at the wrong time
Spent a night at my high rise
Or hit me late on my hotline
Telling me you miss my homies and your mama cry
Late night you're my boo thing, yeah
Your mercedes with the blue tint, yeah
All praise to the most high leader
Dipped off in the Hills wouldn’t wanna be ya

[Hook: April George]
Girl you're gone now
And oh baby
Don't call me, don't call me no more
Girl you're gone now
And oh baby
Don't call me, don't call me no more