Come Home
I wrote a love letter the other day, but I don't know what to say. I just see pictures of your face, but the words always escape. I can show you better than I can tell you want you back, and I'll do whatever, and we'll get through whatever
Just come on home. There's no need to roam. It's been too long. Just come on home
Just come on home. There's no need to roam. It's been too long. Just come on home
Now, I've been sitting, contemplating on my next move. Maybe I'm tripping, playing shit like it's a chess move. Wonder if I should just go on and text you, because I know you feel the same way I do. The way I feel, no, I can't shake it. In for the thrill, I pray we make it. You are my dream. I got to chase it. House ain't a home until we make it
I can show you better than I can tell you want you back, and I'll do whatever, and we'll get through whatever
Just come on home. There's no need to roam. It's been too long. Just come on home
Just come on home. There's no need to roam. It's been too long. Just come on home
Come on home (home) come on home
I wrote a love letter the other day, but I didn't know what to say. Every time I see your face, the words always escape. Always escape (always escape, always escape). I wrote a love letter the other day, and it's all for you, babe. Oh oh oh oh oh, got to get you, babe. Got to get you, babe. Said I got to get you, babe. Got to get you, babe.
Just come on home. There's no need to roam. It's been too long. Just come on home
Just come on home. There's no need to roam. It's been too long. Just come on home
Now, I've been sitting, contemplating on my next move. Maybe I'm tripping, playing shit like it's a chess move. Wonder if I should just go on and text you, because I know you feel the same way I do. The way I feel, no, I can't shake it. In for the thrill, I pray we make it. You are my dream. I got to chase it. House ain't a home until we make it
I can show you better than I can tell you want you back, and I'll do whatever, and we'll get through whatever
Just come on home. There's no need to roam. It's been too long. Just come on home
Just come on home. There's no need to roam. It's been too long. Just come on home
Come on home (home) come on home
I wrote a love letter the other day, but I didn't know what to say. Every time I see your face, the words always escape. Always escape (always escape, always escape). I wrote a love letter the other day, and it's all for you, babe. Oh oh oh oh oh, got to get you, babe. Got to get you, babe. Said I got to get you, babe. Got to get you, babe.
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Writer(s): Kyle Jones, Zubair Vernon
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