Lyrics Cuba - Theophilus London

Cuba

Where did we go wrong?
I miss you, hold on
Angry love songs, originals
Pick up your phone
Admit that you wrong
I miss you, come home
Call home
Downtown shorty, she a lick up, too
She a kick up a lot, chat witcha, ooh
Damn, when I drip-drip, pick up, ooh
Like a lick up ting when I lick up boo, uh
That my lover that I wake up to
Buss a ten on nine and ten on two
Peng-peng she oww and thick and full
Go down it, don’t drown on it, uh
Where did we go wrong?
I miss you, hold on
Angry love songs, originals
Pick up your phone
Admit that you wrong
I miss you, come home
Call home (You got me goin' like)
Ohh, ohh-ohh
Ohh-ohh, ohh-ohh (You got me goin' like)
Ohh, ohh-ohh (I miss you, come home, I miss you, come home)
Ohh-ohh, ohh-ohh (I miss you, come home, call home)
See, the tragedy, man, happened to me back then
And not for nothing, they was looking at a black man
That booty scratching black lad with the black skin
Lil' light skin laughed hard at me back then
But little did they know the king in my accent
My past tense last name was a black king
London Langdon didn’t rap then
Trini passing down the lane let me back in
Where did we go wrong?
I miss you, hold on
Angry love songs, originals
Pick up your phone
Admit that you wrong
I miss you, come home
Call home (You got me goin' like)
Ohh, ohh-ohh
Ohh-ohh, ohh-ohh (You got me goin' like)
Ohh, ohh-ohh (I miss you, come home, I miss you, come home)
Ohh-ohh, ohh-ohh (I miss you, come home, call home)