Way Back Home
Late night texts turn to late night love
Think what's next never be enough
I tried too hard with this one yes I know
Thought it's different left me cold
Now I got to go and find my way back
Way back home
Home was you until you left me
Fill me up but now I'm empty
And I'm used to it
No I am not new to this
Yes I seen it all before
Tired of always doing shit
Her way and I'm always put secondary
Go away cause I know it's all temporary
No shame when you call me out the ordinary
Hang that bitch right up you're unnecessary
You don't get another minute out of my day so
Do not hit me up unless we're talking the bankroll
Imma take another going somewhere you can't go
Love is in the air hope it's never too late no
Got to find a way back home
It's the same old shit but it left me cold
I'm sitting on the edge I know
Get a bottle of henny and let the drunk text flow
I keep running back and I expect it all to change
Now we're screaming in the kitchen bitching letting out the rage
Yeah I'm sorry I'm cool now
Told you I'll do better but you said that we're through now
The clock ticks now that I'm lost in the deep end
A letter to myself to justify all my demons
You say you miss the way it makes you feel on the weekend
I'd throw it all away but I'm just blind to the reasons
Think what's next never be enough
I tried too hard with this one yes I know
Thought it's different left me cold
Now I got to go and find my way back
Way back home
Home was you until you left me
Fill me up but now I'm empty
And I'm used to it
No I am not new to this
Yes I seen it all before
Tired of always doing shit
Her way and I'm always put secondary
Go away cause I know it's all temporary
No shame when you call me out the ordinary
Hang that bitch right up you're unnecessary
You don't get another minute out of my day so
Do not hit me up unless we're talking the bankroll
Imma take another going somewhere you can't go
Love is in the air hope it's never too late no
Got to find a way back home
It's the same old shit but it left me cold
I'm sitting on the edge I know
Get a bottle of henny and let the drunk text flow
I keep running back and I expect it all to change
Now we're screaming in the kitchen bitching letting out the rage
Yeah I'm sorry I'm cool now
Told you I'll do better but you said that we're through now
The clock ticks now that I'm lost in the deep end
A letter to myself to justify all my demons
You say you miss the way it makes you feel on the weekend
I'd throw it all away but I'm just blind to the reasons
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Smith
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