Phonte - Thru the Night lyrics

[Verse 1: Phonte] Been two months since I've seen ya girl it's insane You're the last one on my body baby nothin' has changed So many ladies callin' for me lookin' so nice I'm a man ya understand but with you I wanna do it right [Bridge] I'm just takin' my time, girl I do it for you Cause I'm in danger baby, tryna find a way through I'm just takin' my time baby this is my truth One more thing I'm comin' back to you [Hook] Gotta make it through the night Oh, I can't wait to get home to you again Gotta make it through the night I can't wait to get home to you again Lady [Verse 2: Eric] All these ladies lookin' lovely in the VIP line I love my girl and I'm loyal but that don't make me blind Up in the after-party bein' chased around One more night gotta hold my ground [Hook] Gotta make it through the night Oh, I can't wait to get home to you again Gotta make it through the night, Oh Oh, I can't wait to get home to you again Oh no [Bridge] [Verse 3: Phonte] I'm lookin' at your body parts Wearin' that dress like it was body art My body starts respondin' But my mind says no and I start rewindin' This inner war got my mind and body Hotel Rwanding Just lookin' for a Cheadle in the haystack To keep the peace and take the edge off of my deep fears Shawty said she had a happy home with three kids Up until her man ran out like the beat did Came back four years later like a leap year Sayin' “I can't live without you and I sleep weird The bed's too big and it all connects” I get it What good is an architect if he ain't got a T-square To work the angles and keep him in line So when I think of leavin' home I just keep him in mind So many try to be mister man But when the bullsh** hits the fan You really tellin' yo kids that you risked it all for that b**h off of Instagram? Nah, don't do it, mission abort These streets ain't a game and it isn't a sport Better learn how to pa** or ya sh**'ll get torched I done seen so many love stories Began with one shorty bare on your couch Now she airin' you out in one forties It seemed perfect now you out here feelin' distressed She wasn't perfect, you just didn't know her sh** yet And that's the case for anybody whose looks fascinate Gotta go past the face Or else you just might end up with a basket case, yikes! They all campaignin', so run for ya life Like that y'all (that y'all), like this y'all (this y'all) And if you up in the club gettin'' too much love Better run off on the plug like Prince Paul Phontigallerro so official [Outro] Here I go again Right outside your door Hey girl let me in Wait no more I made it through the night Made it through the night