Lyrics Come Home - Ralo, Becky Badass

Come Home

You’re taking too damn long
Got me all about my sleep, lookin' at my phone
I don’t know what you want
Better stop tryin' me and bring your ass home
I don’t understand why you’re tryin' to hurt me
Seems like all I do is cry, you don’t deserve me
I can’t believe I’m gettin' this from you
When you were doing time, I was doin' time too
Mr. Telephone Man, is somethin' wrong with my line?
When I call my baby’s number, the voicemail every time
I can’t describe how hard I really rocked with you
Who was there when them hoes ain’t have no time for you
'Cause you’ve been out in the streets all day, daddy, come home
I miss you, I don’t wanna be alone (I don’t wanna be alone)
Why should I have to wait for you to come home?
When you was locked up I had money on the phone
'Cause you’ve been out in the streets all day, daddy, come home
I miss you, I don’t wanna be alone (I don’t wanna be alone)
Why should I have to wait for you to come home?
When you was locked up I had money on the phone
FamGoon!
I’ve been workin' all day, fuck what them people say
When I get time I eat that pussy on my lunch break
And if you run away, I promise I’m gon' hunt you down
And if we beefin' every night I’m here to gun you down
I’m the nigga 'round the town and you the bitch that held me down
I sell the bricks, you sell the pounds, we do this shit in every town
You never talk for free, you know our time is money
I told my baby wait for me, you know my time is coming
I know that pussy don’t wait for me
I appreciate it faithfully
I know these bitches be chasin' me
But you the one made a way for me
I never forgot, I’ll never forget it
None of these bitches ain’t in your position
I know that I got a lil' baby that listen
She don’t do nothin' without my permission
'Cause you’ve been out in the streets all day, daddy, come home
I miss you, I don’t wanna be alone (I don’t wanna be alone)
Why should I have to wait for you to come home?
When you was locked up I had money on the phone
'Cause you’ve been out in the streets all day, daddy, come home
I miss you, I don’t wanna be alone (I don’t wanna be alone)
Why should I have to wait for you to come home?
When you was locked up I had money on the phone
Know I appreciate every dollar you put on the mothafuckin' phone, nigga, yeah,
I appreciate it.
And if I don’t pick up the phone, that don’t mean I’m with
another bitch.
You dig?
(Come home) I’m talkin' to you, baby, yeah
If I do not pick up the phone, that don’t mean I’m out here cheatin'
Why every time you do not see me, you think that I’m out here creepin'
Boy you be tellin' me lies, I know you really be sneakin'
You don’t even fuck me the same, it’s like we rarely be speakin'
Do I gotta talk to the pussy to make it right?
I hope to God that you can take it right
The sex don’t make it right, just come home at night
Everything done in the dark is gon' come to light
(The way we light it up)
I light that pussy on fire, I didn’t make it home, but I tried
I’ve just been stickin' outside, that shit a part of the home
Daddy, daddy, come home (Daddy, come home)
Daddy, daddy, come home (Daddy, come home)