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Hey, is she home
No, not home yet
All right,

Try to get you on the
But your mother says you're
And you ain't home
Girl, I'm sleeping

Try to get you on the
And ask you to be
But so hard to find
Girl, I'm sleeping

Baby girl, she makes the motion
Make no mistake, she's deep as the
Jake never sleeps in the of the city
And God'll never make another woman pretty
And I can never guess why she messed wit' me
Word to P.Diddy, I treated her
I'm sick of cliches like opposites
When drop the drum track, screaming, "Baby, come back"

Reality bites like pit fights
I outta bed and throw on my lights
Your clothes are all gone and you there
Your makeup drawer is
I found an old picture of you washing your
And now we ain't even

Try to get you on the
But your mother you're gone
And you ain't home
Girl, I'm sleeping

Try to get you on the
And beg you to be
But you're so hard to
Girl, I'm alone

Ain't too many that bang like this shorty
She'll sip champagne, she'll come a forty
Got a smell entice, dress kinda sporty
In public she's nice, in private naughty
I had every dream in the palm of my hand
And it all up like the Taliban
She left town with my and wrecked all our plans
And I don't even about the fifty grand

Man, to hell with the cash that ain't the point
We used to sit around and laugh after smokin' the
We used to watch TV and eat wings
We had tickle fights, we did the wild
Now I'm all up in my room
This is feelin' empty
We to talk about being bride and groom
And now we even friendly

Try to get you on the
But your mother you're gone
And you ain't coming
Girl, I'm sleeping

Try to get you on the
And beg you to be
But so hard to find
Girl, I'm sleeping

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, sorry, I'm sorry,

Me ain't comin' home
The thing I've ever known
off her phone, left me alone
With pain that cuts to the bone
It can't be fixed, scars don't
None of these out here is real
Some of these got sex appeal
But their souls all come up
Put me in the mix, girl, what's the
All I'm to be is friendly