You know I want to stay, but you know I gotta go, girl I, really want to Sleep but you know I gotta leave, girl I, scooping up my keys and walking Out the door, girl I hated when you call my name, cause you make me wanna Change my mind.
You know I gotta girl at home, home, home. Probably waiting by the phone, Phone, phone. You know I gotta girl at home, all alone, if I keep fucking Around with you, she'll be gone. I ain't trying hurt your feelings, nah, but you knew just what it was Before we started. Can't nobody ride like you do. Don't nobody, don't Nobody love me like she do. You look the way, when you see me in the Streets (I know) I know it breaks your heart, we ain't nothing but a Secret. (I know) and that pussy so good, gotta nigga straight cheating. Girl this ain't my bed and you know I can't sleep here (I'm so sorry)
You know I gotta girl at home, home, home. Probably waiting by the phone, Phone, phone. You know I gotta girl at home, All alone, if I keep fucking Around with you, she'll be gone.
You know I got girl at home. And can't nobody take her place, no baby. Aint Nobody loves me like she does. And I know I ain't been doing right. Even Though you gotta a fat ass, and that thing so tight, so tight. I gotta girl At home, and I know you gotta nigga somewhere, don't chu. He's probably Somewhere mad. Tell him my bad, I didn't mean to tap that ass. (I mean I Did but) you know what I'm saying. (Why you looking at me like that, stop)
You know I gotta girl at home, home, home. Probably waiting by the phone, Phone, phone. You know I gotta girl at home, all alone, if I keep fucking Around with you, she'll be gone.
Compositor: Tremaine Aldon Neverson ECAD: Obra #34418230