Staring out my window

Pistol in my palms

Tears soaking my pillowAs 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, I 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

Quietly I closed that bedroom door

Headed downstairs to thе kitchen drawer

Singing, yes, I shot my baby down that day

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

Singing, yеs, that nigga too, he stole my place

(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down) my place

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

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

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