When I Come Back

When I come back, I hope that you love me When I come back, I hope that you... reload And when I come back, I hope that you love me When I come back, I hope that you... whoa And when I come back, I hope that you love me When I come back, I hope that you... reload I tried to make this work, but I'm not quite sure if you did Sometimes I felt secluded. All I wanted was for you to be included How underrated you are, if you were to see your originality, hear me I'm focused on immortality. I'm leaving, but I want you to be proud of me, hear me How can I go out and tell stories about you if I'm only saying them in or around you Now is the time to travel, to trust, and to cash in all my favors, hear me A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor. Sometimes it was just me and my prayers Leave the theatrics to the players. Professional gymnastic my paper I came out the abyss, and I couldn't miss. I went to slapping beats. Brola, who is this? Quelle the Prophet. Point Guard Quelle Pharrell. Will I complete my mission? Bruh, only time will tell Join us next time on the Through My Eyes Volume two when I'm back reenergized I kick this out kinda kung-fu-ish And I do this, even when they thought that I was foolish Cause they didn't believe in me And could careless if they do now And when I come back, I hope that you... whoa When I come back, I hope that you love me When I come back, I hope that you... run it And when I come back, I hope that you love me When I come back, I hope that you... reload It took me so long just to let you go But writing this was necessary to let you know That you going to do your thing, I'll have to do mine But I hope we get back together in due time Why must someone be gone before we appreciate I just hope you realize before it's too late That not a day will go by when you're not on my mind, and I mean that They sleep on you heavy and I seen that And that's why I want to come with a ring back I try not to focus on becoming a man of success but rather a man of value, hear me Step in my power? I didn't know how to You need to let all inspiration surround you A rocket my sigil. Whole time, I wanted to live comfortably off my residuals, hear me I pray you get the message, time is running out Q.T.P beat beats like its a bout You probably had it wrong who I was talking about Not a woman, this letter for Carolina-South Join us next time on the Through My Eyes Volume two when I'm back reenergized I kick this out kinda kung-fu-ish And I do this, even when they thought that I was...