Come Out (feat. Jesse Leprotti)

I stayed in, you told me come out
You've been drinking, 'till you pass out
I hop in, and then we ride out
You've been tryin' to stay at my house
I feel like, we're moving too fast
You've been hoping, that the time lasts
I stayed in, you told me come out
I stayed in, you told me come out
Told me come out, now you got me feeling so drunk
Told me come out, got me saying that you the one
Told me come out, now you got me in my feelings
Told me come out, damnit girl you need to kill it, whoa

I wanna stay in, she told me come out
Told me get dressed, put the pen down
Said that I'm sorry, no time for it now
She be screaming as loud as the crowd
If this a mistake and you gotta break up, okay
Got no time to waste, got some to make up, Olay
She stood up, put her hand on her heart, Jose
Can you see I'm rocking round the clock, I'm talking all day
She said you gotta be kidding, joking or fibbin
I said I'm sorry this isn't, me asking for your permission
And i'm not asking commitment, girl i'm just asking for forgiveness
For the fact I've been distant, stay at home, steady spittin' my writtens
Now I'm just trying to make it rain dear, Donner and Blitzen

I stayed in, you told me come out
You've been drinking, 'till you pass out
I hop in, and then we ride out
You've been tryin' to stay at my house
I feel like, we're moving too fast
You've been hoping, that the time lasts
I stayed in, you told me come out
I stayed in, you told me come out
Told me come out, now you got me feeling so drunk
Told me come out, got me saying that you the one
Told me come out, now you got me in my feelings
Told me come out, damnit girl you need to kill it, whoa

Told me come out, I told her I can't
Prior engagement, got other plans
Workin my magic, Alakazam
Poof, turning my doubters to fans
Turning my dollars to grands, something you can't understand
Grinding so hard Ms. Lavigne give a glance
Staying low key, while you high in demand
Said the man is on fire, NBA JAM
Said im takin' my shots, Yosemite Sam
I'm so high, where will I land
Top of the charts, if it all goes to plan
Don't gimme my props, it goes to my fans
Shout to my pops, who made me the man
That you hearing on the track, you seeing on the gram
Man I'm going for the plaques, I don't want the glam
I keep fighting like Iraq, or Afghanistan
This ain't just for Sport, like what my Grams used to call the man