Luyện nghe bài hát Never Home

I told I wasn't finna leave you no voicemail,
you really got me fucked up.
Like you see me callin', so a is pointless as fuck
But the whole part about it is, if you really are serious this...

Ten missed calls, I fell (damn)
Dreamin' I ain't livin' one
She have nothin' to say at all
But a promise is a promise, and I her last week
When she hit me, I would pick up my
Nothin' worse then bein' alone and alone
I know that I should call back, but face facts
I don't really feel like arguin', I be out
been good to me, good to me
I know nothin' lasts forever, but feel like life
I to love when she check on me, check on me
But phone calls ain't so black and white
"See, I don't know who that bitch is in the
I don't know when I'll make it to the hotel"
Most of our conversations don't end
She say she fine, but I can never tell
'Cause I'm home

There ain't no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, seeven hundred times (I'm home) in a fuckin' minute
because screening my calls.
My nigga, like what are we doing (I'm never home), for
We just gonna this game?
Like let's stop fuckin' games, like I'm not...
You what? (I'm never home)
I am not to get out of my positive mode that I've been on,
You know what I'm

I've in in the Bay for a few days
The money don't stop 'cause she lose her top
And Top workin' me my nickname Kunta
New slave, up in the lab on a new wave
I need nobody fuckin' up my concentration
I've been contemplatin' givin' her some space
I'm not to lose my patience
But if we was in a race, we'd be for the finish line
She put me in a mood when I'm feelin'
She keeps sayin' I need to just say she think I'm thinkin'
She'll get out my way, see our chain linkin'
No, our barb' ain't weavin', shit, our pop lockin'
I'm all for boxin', but this fight stoppin'
She wanna spaz, but she running out of gas
I'm tryna make it last, but why we do that
When I'm home

If you have a problem, to talk to me, I'm woman.
We're not (I'm never home).
Don't - you, we're grown.
I'm not gonna be you seven hundred times a day
(I'm home).
shit is for the birds.
This whole-, this whole thing, honestly, to like- like to be high key honest, (I'm never home) is not fuckin'
Because I can't get through twenty minutes.
Like, I'm tired of it. I can't do this no more
So you figure out you're goin' to do
Because I what I'm gonna do,
And I'm gonna stop leaving this fuckin'
you got me fucked up