Mood

It get lonely on this road could you call my phone
Sorry for that shit I did
I'm in the wrong
You know that I aint perfect
And I'm not alone
I been trynna buy ya trust
But you aint selling those
I been taking drugs because I have to
You talk about my past
You got a past to
I think its fucked up that the world say I can't have you
Now im running way from love because I have to
Who that nigga you been fuckin
Bet you aint even know his name
I know that we been having problems
And I aint really been ah saint
You think you litt
You think you popping
Bitch you better know ya place
(I'll be coming home one day ay)
I know you hurt
I know you sick of me
But you can't get rid of me
I be on ya mind all day
I hope that I can find away
Back into ya heart ok
(Back into ya heart ok)
The things I use to do to you
I'll change but that aint new to you
I aint lying trynna play with you
I know its hard for you to choose
You know I love to break the rules
You aint playing fair
If im gon be alone
Then im gon take you there
It get lonely on this road could you call my phone
Sorry for that shit I did
I'm in the wrong
You know that I aint perfect
And I'm not alone
I been trynna buy ya trust
But you aint selling those
I been taking drugs because I have to
You talk about my past
You got a past to
I think its fucked up that the world say I can't have you
Now im running way from love because I have to