I miss you, where you been? It's been months and I haven't heard from you, I need you It's been months and I haven't heard from you, come back to me Come back, I need you in my life I miss you, I miss you, come back to me, I miss you
What's up baby? It's been a while You been good? I've been around different girls, different towns To keep it real, you missing out I'll all bored, next city Random cars, TEC's with me Like I miss you so much, have sex with me Not right now, look you know I got the ex with me She like fuck that, I don't care Dom So selfish and that really isn't fair Dom Meet me here, where Dom? Get undressed, yeah Dom Yeah Dom, what you need? Some bomb head? A bag of weed? Good food? Japanese? That's me on page forty in that magazine "Dom Kennedy" you need that She said nobody come close, I agreed back I'm the nigga who used to help her pull that weed back and she need me, believe that
That girl is smoking and can you believe that I'm her focus? It ain't hard to see she got me open and together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on
What's up love? It's been a while You been good? I've been around Remember dinner dates I was late? Mr. Chiles Truant like a student, you the principal Schooled me on timing, we was both shining like the sun bouncing off the brightest blood diamond I was Your Highness, you was my queen You got over him when I got in between Watching Martin on TV as it was T-D-S for us to eat TV dinners every time we was famished But it was such a pleasure to watch you try to hold it together Every time I put the head in you would panic and come right down like an avalanche Make your legs slant, whisper till you juicing up your pants Baby how that sound? Kosher, no sir Wake it back up, Folgers posters By my waistline, shout for your hard hit You called it a hate crime, say you want me back and your girl wanna date Dom, that's high school shit 4-0-1 K, we could be friends with benefits, you dig that?
That girl is smoking and can you believe that I'm her focus? It ain't hard to see she got me open and together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on
I upped and walked out, now she crying cuz She need me, I got that John Bryan love Had to find love, we called it punch-drunk We was a two-piece, she was a one-punch You know, a knock-out, and if she was to walk out my heart would go black, shrivel up and drop out There we go again, what the fuck you talking bout? We used to fuck all the time back at my momma's house Smoking beedies, laying on the futon Memories I got saved up like a coupon And we'd be too gone off a sack of stress weed I was broke then, couldn't count the best weed Then she would just leave in a black hatchback Homies from the hood used to ask me if I'd tapped that I would say yep, smiling so freely That was back then, but I bet she still need me She need me, she need me She need me, she need me I would say yes, smiling so freely That was back then, I bet she still need me
That girl is smoking and can you believe that I'm her focus? It ain't hard to see she got me open and together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on