Starin´ out my window
Pistol in my palms
Tears soakin´ 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

Singin´ yes
I shot my baby down that day
Singin´ yes
That nigga too, he stole my place
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)

I stepped 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´ve never seen you wear before
Clothes that I bought strewn on the floor
Quietly I closed that bedroom door
Headed downstairs to the kitchen drawer

Singin´ yes
I shot my baby down that day
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)
Singin´ 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)
(Shot down, shot down my baby, I shot down)

Singin´ yes
I shot my baby down that day

Singin´ 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)