Staring out my window

Pistol in my palms

Tears soaking my pillow

As I write this song

I caught my lady being untrue

Oh what was I supposed to do

Oh no

I had to prove myself a man

‘Cause clearly she don’t think I can

Oh no

Singing yes

I shot my baby down that day

Singing yes

That nigga too he stole my place

(Shot down, shot down

My baby was shot down)

Step inside the room I still have dreams about it

What did I see

His arms are wrapped around you like he’s been about it

I couldn’t believe

Expression that I never seen you wear before

Clothes that I bought strewn on the floor

Finally I close the bedroom door

Headed downstairs to the kitchen drawer

Saying yeah

I shot my baby down that day

(Shot down, shot down, my baby was shot down)

Singing yeah

That nigga too he stole my place, my place

(Shot down, shot down, my baby was shot down)

(Shot down, shot down, my baby was shot down)

(Shot down, shot down, my baby was shot down)

Singing yes

I shot my baby down that day

Singing yes

That nigga too he stole my place, my place

(Shot down, shot down, my baby was shot down)

(Shot down, shot down, my baby was shot down)