SonReal - Don't Fall In Love Before the Outro lyrics

[Chorus: Sid Sriram] Don't go fall in love before the outro Let me prove just what you came to see Oh, don't go fall in love before the outro Go on, take your time, let me show you me [Verse 1: SonReal] Outro Man, I done came up in that city tryna cut it the slack I always dreamed I'd have it all so I could give it right back My daddy told me, "If this ain't work You'll be swingin' them hammers" I locked myself back in my room And now I'm singing them hammers, no grammar But grandma used to rock all gold when she go to church She don't ask me why this gold be hangin' all on my shirt And no, you ain't love me, baby, baby 'Til I prove to you what I'ma really be, baby, baby, hold up [Chorus: Sid Sriram] Don't go fall in love before the outro Let me prove just what you came to see Oh, don't go fall in love before the outro Go on, take your time, let me show you me [Verse 2: SonReal] Met you in '05, we from that small town I tried to hit that, but I got shot down Who knew we'd cross paths way, way, way down the road? You thought you were out my league 'til I made that heart explode Who'd ever thought that I could find true love? You were there before I even got to buy you stuff I was broker than a joke, but you were by my side I don't take that sh** for granted, let me tell you why, hold up People search they whole life, yeah, tryna find what we have, yeah On the road for three months, yeah, them girls be so bad And I said I want them, then I said I want you 'cause Nobody love me like, li-li-like you do, I I just don't like to t-talk 'bout love anymore I know I've said a million times I give no f**s anymore But can I take that statement back, because I'll give 'em for you Do what you love and let it k** you I guess I'm living proof, I'm saying [Chorus: Sid Sriram] Don't go fall in love before the outro Let me prove just what you came to see Oh, don't go fall in love before the outro Go on, take your time, let me show you me [Verse 3: SonReal] I wrote an album 'bout my dreams Wrote these songs about my flaws Talked it out with a piano, had trouble talking with God Since I've been 15 years old, I gave a f** about the odds 'Cause my plan a rocket launcher, b**h, we shootin' for the stars Yeah yeah, 10,000 hours, 10,000 hours and puzzle pieces 10,000 hours, 10,000 hours of huggin' bleachers But all that bleacher time taught me how to go speak my mind Taught me how to be hungry as f** when I get to speakin' lines So, my dude's, who knew back then I'd blow? This one's for you My circle's smaller than my buzz when I first started Those the days when they would call us cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo I guess we was, but that's what dreams are made of I sacrifice a few relationships to make my layup I almost quit this sh**, but every night, you made me stay up I wanna thank you for saving me with this play I made up Play on