On the Way
Cause I be on the way to you, so much I wanna say to you
Can't say this over the phone and it can't wait til you get home
See I'mma be straight witcha, won't say it while I lay witcha
Whatever you heard about me, it always sound better coming from me i'm on the way
My homey got knocked again just got home, you say you going through shit including my phone
It was just a vibe convo and some hookah, I know the text thread longer than a ruler
And them pics was to show what i'm missing close your mouth for a minute you gotta listen
I ain't fuck on her we just conversating real nigga shit though I was contemplating
Cause she don't bring the stress on a nigga, ain't asking bout the ex of a nigga
When i'm in the studio she don't pop up and another bitch name never bought up
If she ain't see the shit it ain't happen why you staying with me then if you ain't happy
Not trying to be an asshole I'm just asking, If you ain't enjoying the time it's just passing
It's hard to put context to text and it's hard to compare you to a ex
So I don't try and I don't choose to, you say the new me ain't what you used to
I say I'm the same me check the ID and my heart beat for you like an organ donor
But it's fuck me because you think i'm fucking on you
Compared to them you naked they ain't got nothing on you
Cause I be on the way to you, so much I wanna say to you
Can't say this over the phone and it can't wait til you get home
See I'mma be straight witcha, won't say it while I lay witcha
Whatever you heard about me, it always sound better coming from me i'm on the way
I'm trying hard in this bitch not to wild you make it hard for a bitch and say it's my fault
Yeah I go through your phone cause you be lying entertaining these hoes you make it so obvious
Who the fuck you think I am you got me fucked up, you say you love me but the shit don't add up
You playing games cause you winning, you got me riding the bench when i'm the draft pick
And why would she bring stress to you nigga, or be questioning about your ex my nigga
And yeah I do pop ups my nigga and my name should've been mentioned my nigga
You disrespectful, you ain't loyal, when you was down on your dick I was there for you
Duracell I even engergized you, held it ten toes down I even ride for you
Ain't nobody got time for that, your mind and energy is where the line cross at
Play me for a fool that's where my line cross at, it's where the line cross at
And i'mma keep it straight witcha, it's so much I gotta say to you
Can't say this over the phone and I can't wait til you get home i'm on the way
Can't say this over the phone and it can't wait til you get home
See I'mma be straight witcha, won't say it while I lay witcha
Whatever you heard about me, it always sound better coming from me i'm on the way
My homey got knocked again just got home, you say you going through shit including my phone
It was just a vibe convo and some hookah, I know the text thread longer than a ruler
And them pics was to show what i'm missing close your mouth for a minute you gotta listen
I ain't fuck on her we just conversating real nigga shit though I was contemplating
Cause she don't bring the stress on a nigga, ain't asking bout the ex of a nigga
When i'm in the studio she don't pop up and another bitch name never bought up
If she ain't see the shit it ain't happen why you staying with me then if you ain't happy
Not trying to be an asshole I'm just asking, If you ain't enjoying the time it's just passing
It's hard to put context to text and it's hard to compare you to a ex
So I don't try and I don't choose to, you say the new me ain't what you used to
I say I'm the same me check the ID and my heart beat for you like an organ donor
But it's fuck me because you think i'm fucking on you
Compared to them you naked they ain't got nothing on you
Cause I be on the way to you, so much I wanna say to you
Can't say this over the phone and it can't wait til you get home
See I'mma be straight witcha, won't say it while I lay witcha
Whatever you heard about me, it always sound better coming from me i'm on the way
I'm trying hard in this bitch not to wild you make it hard for a bitch and say it's my fault
Yeah I go through your phone cause you be lying entertaining these hoes you make it so obvious
Who the fuck you think I am you got me fucked up, you say you love me but the shit don't add up
You playing games cause you winning, you got me riding the bench when i'm the draft pick
And why would she bring stress to you nigga, or be questioning about your ex my nigga
And yeah I do pop ups my nigga and my name should've been mentioned my nigga
You disrespectful, you ain't loyal, when you was down on your dick I was there for you
Duracell I even engergized you, held it ten toes down I even ride for you
Ain't nobody got time for that, your mind and energy is where the line cross at
Play me for a fool that's where my line cross at, it's where the line cross at
And i'mma keep it straight witcha, it's so much I gotta say to you
Can't say this over the phone and I can't wait til you get home i'm on the way
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Writer(s): William Eichelberger
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