ZZ Ward - Criminal -- Live In Studio With Freddie Gibbs

Criminal

Mhmm, mmm, oh,

It's 3:00 AM, got my eyes wide shut,
I toss and turn, got the sheets untucked,
You broke right in, yeah, you stole, you took,
With dirty fingerprints, you no-good crook,
You shatter my heart like a Tiffany glass,
I knew from the start he was a thief in a mask,
And now I'm alone, cleaning up this mess,
There ain't nothin' left,




He's just a criminal,
He's just a criminal,
I can't get back what he stole,
He's just a criminal,




Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh no,
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh no,
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh no,




I hear the rain on this old tin roof,
The rusty nails in the boards comin' loose,
Spend my last two dollars on you,
You robbed me blind and you left no proof,
Poof, poof, mmm, disappear,
You should be sentenced for a thousand years,
You should pay me back for a thousand tears,
Insulting,




He's just a criminal,
He's just a criminal,
I can't get back what he stole,
He's just a criminal,

Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh no,
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh no,
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh no,




Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting.

Uh, jet black coupe, 

I'm fresh out the projects And I can't peel off my block right now, 

I ain't twist my cigar yet These police might object to me 

flossing these fancy objects Black diamonds on the dough 

boy proceed to speed up my progress

All kinds of hoes want to claim us, 

lifestyles of the thugged out and famous And my mom said don't talk to strangers 

so I went to the block with them bangers on the street, twisting fingers, 

talk that slang with the slangers Still pack my piece a piece a change, 

it won't change us  

We just some motherfucking criminals, yeah



Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh no,
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh no,
Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh no,




Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting, ooh,
Insulting.