Zeke - Georgia Nights Lyrics

My intuition said it's now or never
Never stressing diamonds don't get made without some pressure
Quiet kid but the baddie I'm ridin' with got the confidence loud as ever
She thick as Italian leather
Your ex still calling despite all them times ya said no
Well tell ya old man that your new man said it's time to let go
But I can see why all these guys be steady hollering
Your picture perfect about thought about doing modeling?
I should thank ya momma for the things she gave you
And I should thank ya poppa for the way he raised you
Type of lady make me wanna have a baby or four
Say fuck them bitches I ain't tryna be a playa no more
No need to be insecure girl I mean it I'm yours
Never cheat no matter how many I'm meeting on tour
And when I gotta go we fuck like I was leaving for war
But I'll be back just as sure as the sea meets the shore
Yeah
What you thought it was over?
It ain't never over
Learning to live in reality but I'm more a dreamer
Was cool with just a Buick but I really want the beamer
Wanna pull up at my reunion lookin' like a lick
Just to flex on all the teachers that said I'd never be shit
Hit on that popular chick that would just ignore my ass
Now she loving on me like I was the starting quarterback
Live for the nights where we made memories and drank patron
To waking up and just wondering how I made it home
While my chick in the kitchen with nothing but an apron on
Hit it 'fore I hit up the studio then go make a song
Had this drive for years looking through the side mirror
Now it seems my dreams are closer than they really appear

My intuition said it's now or never
Never stressing diamonds don't get made without some pressure
Quiet kid but the baddie I'm ridin' with got the confidence loud as ever
She thick as Italian leather
Your ex still calling despite all them times ya said no
Well tell ya old man that your new man said it's time to let go
But I can see why all these guys be steady hollering
Your picture perfect about thought about doing modeling?
I should thank ya momma for the things she gave you
And I should thank ya poppa for the way he raised you
Type of lady make me wanna have a baby or four
Say fuck them bitches I ain't tryna be a playa no more
No need to be insecure girl I mean it I'm yours
Never cheat no matter how many I'm meeting on tour
And when I gotta go we fuck like I was leaving for war
But I'll be back just as sure as the sea meets the shore
Yeah
What you thought it was over?
It ain't never over
Learning to live in reality but I'm more a dreamer
Was cool with just a Buick but I really want the beamer
Wanna pull up at my reunion lookin' like a lick
Just to flex on all the teachers that said I'd never be shit
Hit on that popular chick that would just ignore my ass
Now she loving on me like I was the starting quarterback
Live for the nights where we made memories and drank patron
To waking up and just wondering how I made it home
While my chick in the kitchen with nothing but an apron on
Hit it 'fore I hit up the studio then go make a song
Had this drive for years looking through the side mirror
Now it seems my dreams are closer than they really appear