Ass Back Home
I don't know where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know where you're going
Just get your ass back home
We both knew this type of life didn't come with instructions
So I'm tryna do my best to make something out of nothing
And sometimes it gets downright shitty in fact
When you call and I don't even know what city I'm at
Or what day of the week in the middle of the month
In a year I don't recall
It's like my life's on repeat and the last time we spoke
I told you I wouldn't be long
Yeah, that was last November, now December's almost gone
I'd apologize but I don't realize what I'm doing wrong
I don't know where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know where you're going
Just get your ass back home
And you've been nothing but amazing
And I never take that for granted
Half of these birds would have flew the coop
But you truly understand it
And the fact you stood beside me
Every time you heard some bogusness
You deserve a standing yo, 'cause they'd a just been over it
Let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk
Like we don't hear what they saying
Let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk
We'll just drive by and keep waving
'Cause you and I above all that
Just let them wallow in it
Now they all choked up, yuck
'Cause they be swallowing it
I don't know where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know where you're going
Just get your ass back home
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I don't care what you're after
As long as I'm the one, no
I don't care why you're leaving
You'll miss me when you're gone
I'm coming home
Don't forget me
When I come back
I'm coming home
Don't forget me
When I come back home
I don't know where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know where you're going
Just get your ass back home
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know where you're going
Just get your ass back home
We both knew this type of life didn't come with instructions
So I'm tryna do my best to make something out of nothing
And sometimes it gets downright shitty in fact
When you call and I don't even know what city I'm at
Or what day of the week in the middle of the month
In a year I don't recall
It's like my life's on repeat and the last time we spoke
I told you I wouldn't be long
Yeah, that was last November, now December's almost gone
I'd apologize but I don't realize what I'm doing wrong
I don't know where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know where you're going
Just get your ass back home
And you've been nothing but amazing
And I never take that for granted
Half of these birds would have flew the coop
But you truly understand it
And the fact you stood beside me
Every time you heard some bogusness
You deserve a standing yo, 'cause they'd a just been over it
Let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk
Like we don't hear what they saying
Let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk
We'll just drive by and keep waving
'Cause you and I above all that
Just let them wallow in it
Now they all choked up, yuck
'Cause they be swallowing it
I don't know where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know where you're going
Just get your ass back home
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I don't care what you're after
As long as I'm the one, no
I don't care why you're leaving
You'll miss me when you're gone
I'm coming home
Don't forget me
When I come back
I'm coming home
Don't forget me
When I come back home
I don't know where you're going
Or when you're coming home
I left the keys under the mat to our front door
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know where you're going
Just get your ass back home
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Mccoy, Daniel Thomas Omelio, Ammar Malik, David Silberstein, Benjamin J Levin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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