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You really are my home, don't want to be left alone
Really are my home, oh
And I need you by my side
Baby girl I feel it when I look into your eyes
Baby girl come talk to me, I need you to confide
I'm coming from a place where they don't make it out alive
Hm, and that's just how it goes
I'm trying to love on you, girl, I'm not fucking with these hoes
But girl you know I'm missing you like Shaq shooting free throws
I'm so glad I got you, shot my shot like 24
And I made it
My heart been so cold from the last girl that I dated
She had me bawling out, Like Mike, not Cambridge
Got tears on the Ricks, and I stained it
Walked into the bank with my check, and I claimed it
I have dreams of you leaving me, uh
And it worries me
I'm just trying to figure out what your words mean
I'm loving every time you telling me that you love me
('Cause I love you more)
(Don't you walk out that door, oh)
I been in my head trying to figure out the way to your heart
And I'm hoping one day we don't argue, then depart
'Cause I really love you, do you love me?
'Cause I'm sitting in my thoughts and I'm sitting in my head
Thinking 'bout what we could be
Ay, and I really, really mean it
Bae I called you 20 times, I know that you had seen it
I need you by my side, you really help me fight my demons
Bae you got my heart, you can have it, you can keep it
Yeah, she even got a pretty smile
This ain't a song it's me thinking out loud
You make sure I'm happy and that I'm never feeling down
You the reason why I smile and that I never frown-own, oh
Really are my home, oh
And I need you by my side
Baby girl I feel it when I look into your eyes
Baby girl come talk to me, I need you to confide
I'm coming from a place where they don't make it out alive
Hm, and that's just how it goes
I'm trying to love on you, girl, I'm not fucking with these hoes
But girl you know I'm missing you like Shaq shooting free throws
I'm so glad I got you, shot my shot like 24
And I made it
My heart been so cold from the last girl that I dated
She had me bawling out, Like Mike, not Cambridge
Got tears on the Ricks, and I stained it
Walked into the bank with my check, and I claimed it
I have dreams of you leaving me, uh
And it worries me
I'm just trying to figure out what your words mean
I'm loving every time you telling me that you love me
('Cause I love you more)
(Don't you walk out that door, oh)
I been in my head trying to figure out the way to your heart
And I'm hoping one day we don't argue, then depart
'Cause I really love you, do you love me?
'Cause I'm sitting in my thoughts and I'm sitting in my head
Thinking 'bout what we could be
Ay, and I really, really mean it
Bae I called you 20 times, I know that you had seen it
I need you by my side, you really help me fight my demons
Bae you got my heart, you can have it, you can keep it
Yeah, she even got a pretty smile
This ain't a song it's me thinking out loud
You make sure I'm happy and that I'm never feeling down
You the reason why I smile and that I never frown-own, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Von Williams
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