Justin Video (MV)

Met this pretty woman in the Summer from Qatar
Late night at Gjelina, she was eatin' at the bar
Said she was a teacher, seven months left on her Visa
But she used to be a singer, she was meant to be a star
Asked me how I feel about the music I done dropped
Some of it was cool, some of it was hot
Deeper conversations under surface-level thoughts
Asked if she can get a ride to her spot, I said, "I gotcha"
Pull up on La Brea, where them niggas shootin' choppers
Can barely hear the ambulances over helicopters
She invited me up for a drink, I don't indulge
But the moments with her make me feel, so what's the rush?
Started talkin' 'bout the future and the ever-present past
Awkward silences and laughs got me feelin' like we on the path to somethin'
Right before this woman stole my heart, I see a shadow by the door and hear a knock
Eyes bloodshot like she had seen a ghost or somethin'
I don't know what's what, reach in my pocket, get to clutchin'
She like, "Hold up, I'm comin'", if it get tricky, then I'm bussin'
She said, "Baby, meet my little cousin', Justin"
Damn

Nice to meet you
Nice to meet you too

Women lie a lot
Put that on the dead homies
Women lie a lot, on God
Women lie a lot
Put that on the dead homies
Women lie a lot, on God