Luyện nghe bài hát Never Home

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

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

There ain't no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, hundred times (I'm never home) in a fuckin' minute
because you're my calls.
My nigga, like what are we doing (I'm home), for real?
We gonna play 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 what I'm saying?

I've been in in the Bay for a few
The money locomotive stop 'cause she lose her top
And Top me like my nickname Kunta
New slave, stay up in the lab on a new
I don't need nobody up my concentration
I've been contemplatin' givin' her some space
I'm tryin' not to lose my
But if we was in a race, we'd be headin' for the finish
She put me in a when I'm feelin' fine
She keeps I need to just say what 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 don't wanna spaz, but she out of gas
I'm tryna make it last, but why we do that
When I'm never

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