I'm only 21 and did a lot of shit
Two busy taking all these trips
Told shawty I'm too fly
Now she sitting down on my cockpit
I told her baby you nasty
Ooh I like yo style
She a good girl and she classy
Ooh that's just my type
Puffing the gas we in a two seater
She look like Aaliyah but sing like Anita
She told me record she tryna make a film
She told her friend come through for the feature
Every weekend I'm out I'm drinking
But I aint popping no pills
I told her baby go and pour up
We finna see how this night end
Calling my phone
Just leave me alone
I dont wanna talk I'm still on the road
I'm tryna come home
Tryna come home to you
(To you)
(To you)
Tryna come home to you
(To you)
(To you)
(To you)
(To you)
Sit down lets have a conversation
Talk about them temptations
Or where the f**k I been lately
Lets talk about my complacency
Lets talk about how I treated you
Hold on
Somebody calling my phone
Shit oh thats my main b**h oh
What do I say I don't know
Man f**k it im hitting decline
I'm in for a ride this shit finna get hell
I hit the mute button I aint tryna yell
Now she crying to all of her friends
Telling them how much a piece of shit I am
Oh I aint mean that I'm sorry
I got too lit at the party
I met a b**h named Roxy
And I love the way she feel
Nah I aint perfect
Got a b**h stuck on me like glue
Rich b**h say that she loving her Birkin
F**g me good ima get her two
Oh that's my boo
Tell me the truth
Show me the proof
She say that she love me well that b**h a fluke
Im getting to the loot
Im getting to the bread
She lie everyday I can't tell her the truth
Cause she cant handle that
But if I don't she gone spazz
Tryna stop but I relapsed
But I'm tryna spend every little second I got left with you
With you
With you
I'm tryna come home to you
Tryna come home to you
(To you)
(To you)
Tryna come home to you
(To you)
(To you)
(To you)
(To you)
(To you)
Send the addy I'll pull up
It don't matter where you at
Ima find my back to you
(To you)
To you
To you
To you
