Heart Attack lyrics

Home >> Artists starting with L >> Lloyd Lyrics >> Heart Attack

You know they jockin', but I don't, really give a damn what theys in for.
Cause what we had, was special, and enough to make me never wanna leave home.
Maybe you're right, and I'm wrong, I was too young to notice, I know it looks bad, but we don't have to deal with our problems alone.

Now that I'm here, would you stop cryin'?
Have no fear, cause I'm a start tryin'.
It's okay, without you I'm dyin'.
And I can't let it end, so girl I'm checkin' in.
Somebody call the doctor, shawty tryna give me a heart attack,
Somebody call the doctor, & perscribe me somethin' that'll show me how to act when she's gone.
Woahh woahh. when she's gone.

I won't, I can't go on.
When you left girl it felt like, my heart stopped beating, and my lungs stopped breathin' and baby you're the reason that I,
I've got to do right, the truth is that I, I ain't worth a damn without you.
Just wanna take the time, to slow it down, and cherish every moment that you're around.
Let me change your mind, about me now, and show you what my love is about.
Now that I'm here, would you stop cryin'?
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
Have no fear, cause I'm a start tryin'.
It's okay, without you I'm dyin'.
And I can't let it end, so girl I'm checkin' in.
Yeah, somebody call the doctor, shawty tryna give me a heart attack,
Somebody call the doctor, & perscribe me somethin' that'll show me how to act when she's gone.
Woahh woahh. when she's gone.

Okay, first time I met her, I remember it like yesterday.
I was in my old school, she was in the escalade.
She pulled off on the exit, then I pulled up next to her,
No time for flexin now, I knew I had to get next to her,
All black she love shades,
Classy as she wanna be.
Could tell how I'm jockin' she could have me if she wanted me.
Now that I got her I'm a need a doctor if she leave me,
Girl I need for you to know I need you, baby,

Somebody call the doctor, shawty tryna give me a heart attack,
Somebody call the doctor, & perscribe me somethin' that'll show me how to act when she's gone.
Woahh woahh. when she's gone.
Woahh woahh. when she's gone.

Writer(s): Lloyd Polite
Copyright: Goldie's Playhouse Publishing, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
MusiXmatch