Imperfect Timing

It was the wrong time I said I said to my brother CJ, I said shit We ain't never been two for two I'm in the booth right now, I'm recording I'm still hurting, you out clubbing It is what it is I'm true for true too, ye It was the wrong time I never lied twice I shouldn't of relied I feel like roll tide I ain't talking 'bout bama that's what I do when I be so high Kicked over my Fanta That shit ain't help my fucking soul ties I kept on giving love Shit got me wanting to run I feel I'm willing to pay the cost But love shouldn't cost me nothing Love shouldn't cost me nothing Seeing if you made it home I started breaking into houses I come from broken home I swear I tried to warn ya I know I ain't on your wishlist Cause this ain't what you want Said I ain't even trying to scorn you But another bitch gonna give what you don't And I just came into the studio, can't write my wrongs We was eating spam, hurricane Katrina Still won't blow up hoes phones He was playing both sides and he died in a durag I had told him don't Street Nigga, as much as I look out the blinds I ain't see this coming Type bitch I spin about in traffic wish we never rushed And all these niggas hate for free why do I pay for love Up in your heart no room for me, think it's too late for us I hope my niggas never do but I pray time will tell Type bitch I spin about in traffic wish we never rushed And all these niggas hate for free why do I pay for love Up in your heart no room for me, think it's too late for us I hope my niggas never do but I pray time will tell They got into it while she drunk, she sleeping in her whip Shots in the living room, he never made it to the red carpet It was the wrong time, but here's a subject switch Now back to the shit 'bout uh... wassaname and her bitch Cause you rather be tussling causing ruckus among us Instead of fucking Don't get to cussing I'm just trying have discussions Bout repercussions And you know I don't play with niggas Them triggers and glizzy's come with percussions Ain't trippin' on a bitch ass nigga I'm riding round with switches Just for my cousin (Glah) Seeing if you made it home I started breaking into houses I come from broken home I swear I tried to warn ya I know I ain't on your wishlist Cause this ain't what you want Said I ain't even trying to scorn you But another bitch gonna give what you don't And I just came into the studio, can't write my wrongs We was eating spam, hurricane Katrina Still won't blow up hoes phones He was playing both sides and he died in a durag I had told him don't Street Nigga, as much as I look out the blinds I ain't see this coming And I ain't talking 'bout the fucking, look how we becoming I still got cases open, but the record you got for me expunge it I don't give a fuck if It's going to hell girl, I still want it Looked me in my face and told me she hate me Nigga, I still love her I took her blanket, Michael Jackson, we may not recover I know she just someone lost daughter, just ain't our season Gimme a reason, all the mistreating If you die tomorrow they better call me if you stop breathing It was the wrong time (it was the wrong time) It was the wrong time It was the, it was the wrong time It was the wrong time, you shoulda hold tight Oh oh (it was the wrong time) It was the wrong time, It was the wrong time It was the wrong time, it was the wrong time For you and I, it was the wrong time I said just hold tight