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"Eric, Ashley, and a Lie"
(Chorus)
This a story ‘bout Eric,
Ran his mouth, now it’s gettin’ real messy.
Talkin’ ‘bout a baby, sayin’ it’s my pops,
Now my fam split up, man, this gotta stop.
This a story ‘bout Ashley,
Momma said a name, but the truth got nasty.
Talkin’ ‘bout a kid, sayin’ it’s my dad’s,
Now I’m sittin’ here tryna piece my past.
(Verse 1)
Mom and Dad split, papers got signed,
Whole house quiet, like the world flatlined.
She said he lied, said he did her wrong,
Took half the crib, then she moved along.
Heard her whisper, talkin’ real low,
Sayin’ somethin’ ‘bout a baby, six months old.
Eric in the mix, spreadin’ them lies,
Didn’t take long ‘fore the flames got high.
(Pre-Chorus)
Ain’t no proof, just words in the air,
Now she packin’ bags, like she don’t care.
Tryna tell me, "Girl, don’t trust that man,"
But I peeped the game, this ain’t God’s plan.
(Chorus – Repeat)
This a story ‘bout Eric,
Ran his mouth, now it’s gettin’ real messy.
Talkin’ ‘bout a baby, sayin’ it’s my pops,
Now my fam split up, man, this gotta stop.
This a story ‘bout Ashley,
Momma said a name, but the truth got nasty.
Talkin’ ‘bout a kid, sayin’ it’s my dad’s,
Now I’m sittin’ here tryna piece my past.
(Verse 2)
Went to my pops, said, "Tell me the deal,"
He looked me in the eyes, said, "Girl, be real."
"Ain’t no baby, ain’t no side chick,"
"Your momma just mad, throwin’ lies in the mix."
Turns out Eric just playin’ around,
Cracked a joke, now my fam breakin’ down.
Mom heard the talk, ran with the lie,
Now she in court, tryna say goodbye.
(Verse 3)
Now she in court, tryna take the crib,
Sayin’ it’s hers, like she paid for this.
Talkin’ ‘bout how he "ain’t the dad,"
But I seen the proof, man, this shit so sad.
Tryna flip the script, tryna take it all,
Burnin’ bridges, watchin’ kingdoms fall.
Judge lookin’ like, "Where the facts at?"
Momma got nothin’, just a game of crap.
(Bridge – Spoken Softly)
Damn, funny how quick things flip,
How one lil’ rumor made the whole house split.
Ain’t no Ashley, ain’t no kid,
Just a mad woman who don’t know when to quit.
(Outro – Spoken Word)
Ain’t no kid, wasn’t no truth,
But the damage done, ain’t no undo.
Eric, Ashley—names in the wind,
Momma lied, now she losin’ in the end.
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