Suspicions C-Weav (Ft. Tim McGraw)

[Hook: Tim McGraw]

I'm so glad that I met you baby
I'm so proud when we walk in the room
I know it's crazy to worry like I do
I get this feeling that I'm losing you
I get these suspicions
Even though I know that you love me baby
And I really shouldn't feel this way
Oooh, suspicions
I can't help it, you're just so good looking
I'm afraid somebody's gonna steal you away from me

[Verse 1: C-Weav]
They took my baby, lost my phone number
Canged her cell phone, part time and home number
Facebook relationships, money saved for taking trips
The cheese I like to make the dip, now i’m stuck just taking sips
Of Brown liqour, white liquor, I thought I was the right nigga
Came and sat and made a plate and ate and left just like niggas
Miss the hair in the sink, heels laying on my floor
Crib smell like niggas now, she ain't here wit me no more
Gave away my top spot, I thought I had it top locked
Spit my game cool thought I was smoother than her pop pop
Then I heard a pop pop, she done shot and dropped my heart
Then she cut my lights out, I had to find it in the dark
Knowing that it’s my fault, feeling like I was the shit
It's sad that she don’t want me, what’s worst is she don’t want the dick
Now I'm in the crib sick, feeling like a dip shit
If I can get her back I swear I'm done wit this pimp shit
Going thru my phone log then I broke down in tears
Held it up on my ear and said this on a phone call