Thru the Night

[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: Eric Roberson]

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

[Chorus: Eric Roberson]

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 Roberson]

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

[Chorus: Eric Roberson]

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: Eric Roberson]

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

[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 bullshit hits the fan

You really tellin’ yo kids that you risked it all for that bitch 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 pass or ya shit’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 shit 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: Eric Roberson]

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