My Room And Me

I know this your life, baby I know you've been fine, baby And I think that's great, wait But on the real, I want you crying, baby Would you come my way? Backseat on a Friday Real high on the highway, count guapo that's my man I've been chillin', just my room and me, Got nobody but a pound of weed But why they trippin', why they callin' me? Wait, been so alone, I don't know what to think Raining and raining and raining and raining Outside, outside, outside Complainin', complainin', complainin', complainin' I Know why, I know why, I know why Why you trippin'? Baby, I ain't different I'm the same me, no reason to keep your distance I know you missin' me all the fuckin' time But you gotta know one thing, you gotta know you mine You gotta know your place, you gotta know your grace You gotta know you for me and no this not a race You gotta know who real and who's wastin' your time Cause you gotta know one thing, I got sumn you won't find Baby gon' f*ck me, baby gon' suck me I know lil' shawty, I know she not frontin' He say he feelin' me he never real to me f*ck is he talkin' bout, he not a homie Everything we caused, everything we tossed Baby, everything we lost I know this your life, baby I know you've been fine, baby And I think that's great, wait But on the real, I want you crying, baby Would you come my way? Backseat on a Friday Real high on the highway, count guapo that's my man