Never Home - SiR

Dreamin' like I ain’t livin' one

She ain’t have nothin' to say at all

But a promise is a promise, and I told her last week

When she hit me, I would pick up my phone

Nothin' worse then bein' alone and feelin' alone

I know that I should call back, but let’s face facts

I don’t really feel like arguin', I be out partyin'

Road been good to me, good to me

I know nothin' lasts forever, but this feel like life

I used to love when she check on me, check on me

But nowadays phone calls ain’t so black and white

«See, I don’t know who that bitch is in the background

I don’t know when I’ll make it back to the hotel»

Most of our conversations don’t end well

She say she been fine, but I can never tell

'Cause I’m never home

«There ain’t no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, seven hundred times

(I'm never home) in a fuckin' minute because you’re screening my calls.

My nigga, like what are we doing (I'm never home), for real?

We just gonna

play this game?

Like let’s stop fuckin' playin' games, like I’m not…

You know what?

(I'm never home) I am not goin' to get out of my positive mode

that I’ve been on, you know what I’m sayin'?»

I’ve been in in the Bay for a few days

The money locomotive don’t stop 'cause she lose her top

And Top workin' me like my nickname Kunta

New slave, stay up in the lab on a new wave

I don’t need nobody fuckin' up my concentration

Lately I’ve been contemplatin' givin' her some space

I’m tryin' not to lose my patience

But if we was in a race, we’d be headin' for the finish line

She put me in a mood when I’m feelin' fine

She keeps sayin' I need to just say what she think I’m thinkin'

She’ll get out my way, see our chain ain’t linkin'

No, our bob ain’t weavin', shit, our pop ain’t lockin'

I’m all for boxin', but this fight ain’t stoppin'

She don’t wanna spaz, but she running out of gas

I’m tryna make it last, but why should we do that

When I’m never home

«If you have a problem, to talk to me, I’m your woman.

We’re not kids (I'm

never home).

Don’t — mind you, we’re grown.

I’m not gonna be callin' you seven

hundred times a day (I'm never home).

This shit is for the birds.

This whole-, this whole thing, honestly, to like- like to be high key honest,

(I'm never home) is not fuckin' workin' because I can’t even get through

twenty minutes.

Like, I’m tired of it.

I can’t do this shit no more,

so you figure out what you’re goin' to do because I know what I’m gonna do,

and I’m gonna stop leavin' this fuckin' voicemail because you got me fucked up.