Lyrics Almost There - Twelve'Len, Allan Kingdom

Almost There

Ain’t no way around it
When we both know we don’t deserve this
But she would never leave me no, I, I
I know that you love me
When you keep that grip o’er me, and hold me
But she would never leave me no, I, I
See women I’ve been around
Seem to all have been around
Like a merry-go-round, ayy
Wake up wake up when she rollin' my weed, ayy-yeah
Same when she put it on me, ayy-yeah
Never want me to leave, no no
Fresh off the plane, you know I’ll be right there
Erasing my calls 'cause I’m almost there
And I been gone always
Paris, New York, Cali, I can’t talk some days
Getting to the money just to fall back babe
'Cause I’m almost there, and I’m on my way
Yeah I’m almost there
Wish that I could lay up but a lover on a mission
Call log on empty
When I’m in your walls I’m friendly
Blockin' all your calls like Dikembe
When you get to trippin' on a Wednesday
While my call log on empty
Haven’t hit in long, I’m on suspension
You deserve a little Fendi, all you really want is my attention
Oh, red wine stains on the carpet
Met fame, got a modified archer
Best frame when your body got an arch in it
Less pain when you let me put my heart in it
The best things always came in the darkness
I’ma let you spark it, baby let you spark it
Do it on the floor, all fours, I’m a dog
But I gotta have her home, that’s arson
Erasing my calls 'cause I’m almost there
And I been gone always
Paris, New York, Cali, I can’t talk some days
Getting to the money just to fall back babe
'Cause I’m almost there, and I’m on my way
Yeah I’m almost there
Wish that I could lay up but a lover on a mission
One thing I must say
Yeah my girl crazy 'cause I made her that way
Ain’t always been that way
Life on the road can put you through things
Wake up, brush my teeth, bring that pussy my way
Eggs, fish, grits, out the door in my day
Know you wanna leave but you stayin' in the bed
I, I
And yeah my baby loves me and she perfect
And yeah she wants the whole world, she deserves it
And she would never leave me alone, oh as she calls my phone
Mad 'cause I know I’m gone
Fresh off the plane 'cause I’m almost home
Erasing my calls 'cause I’m almost there
And I been gone always
Paris, New York, Cali, I can’t talk some days
Getting to the money just to fall back babe
'Cause I’m almost there, and I’m on my way
Yeah I’m almost there
Wish that I could lay up but a lover on a mission