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10 years ago
I miss you, where you been?It's been months and I haven't heard from you, I need youIt's been months and I haven't heard from you, come back to meCome back, I need you in my lifeI miss you, I miss you, come back to me, I miss you[Dom Kennedy]What's up baby? It's been a whileYou been good? I've been arounddifferent girls, different townsTo keep it real, you missing outI'll all bored, next cityRandom cars, TEC's with meLike I miss you so much, have sex with meNot right now, look you know I got the ex with meShe like fuck that, I don't care DomSo selfish and that really isn't fair DomMeet me here, where Dom?Get undressed, yeah DomYeah Dom, what you need?Some bomb head? A bag of weed?Good food? Japanese?That's me on page forty in that magazine"Dom Kennedy" you need thatShe said nobody come close, I agreed backI'm the nigga who used to help her pull that weed backand she need me, believe that[Chorus: Javonte]That girl is smokingand can you believe that I'm her focus?It ain't hard to see she got me openand together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on[Kendrick Lamar]What's up love? It's been a whileYou been good? I've been aroundRemember dinner dates I was late? Mr. ChilesTruant like a student, you the principalSchooled me on timing, we was both shininglike the sun bouncing off the brightest blood diamondI was Your Highness, you was my queenYou got over him when I got in betweenWatching Martin on TV as it was T-D-Sfor us to eat TV dinners every time we was famishedBut it was such a pleasure to watch you try to hold it togetherEvery time I put the head in you would panicand come right down like an avalancheMake your legs slant, whisper till you juicing up your pantsBaby how that sound? Kosher, no sirWake it back up, Folgers postersBy my waistline, shout for your hard hitYou called it a hate crime, say you want me backand your girl wanna date Dom, that's high school shit4-0-1 K, we could be friends with benefits, you dig that?[Chorus][MURS]I upped and walked out, now she crying cuzShe need me, I got that John Bryan loveHad to find love, we called it punch-drunkWe was a two-piece, she was a one-punchYou know, a knock-out, and if she was to walk outmy heart would go black, shrivel up and drop outThere we go again, what the fuck you talking bout?We used to fuck all the time back at my momma's houseSmoking beedies, laying on the futonMemories I got saved up like a couponAnd we'd be too gone off a sack of stress weedI was broke then, couldn't count the best weedThen she would just leave in a black hatchbackHomies from the hood used to ask me if I'd tapped thatI would say yep, smiling so freelyThat was back then, but I bet she still need meShe need me, she need meShe need me, she need meI would say yes, smiling so freelyThat was back then, I bet she still need me[Chorus]