Yeah. Close you eyes, baby
Swag
[Verse One: Kulprit D]
Hey, momma, how you do? Yeah
Thinking 'bout what we went through. Yeah
Oh you thinking about that, too? Yeah
You know what you oughta do. Yeah
Is come back, come back. Let's (sigh) like we use to
And I could introduce you
To the love you should be used to
And a chapter two that moves you, moves you, it moves you
I know you love to read, but our story's the only one you never finished
What do I do in life without you in it?
Each and every minute
My brain is like, brain is like
[Kulprit D Hook]
K.T.R.-- See it written in the lights, see it written in the stars
K.T.R. I love you, girl. I love you, girl. I did, do, and will always love you, girl
K.T.R.-- See it written on my face, feel it written on my heart
K.T.R. I love you, girl. I love you, girl. I did, do and will always love you, girl
[Verse Two: Kulprit D]
Hey, you helped make a man of me
Give big, ol' hug to the fam from me
I was looking forward to that family tree.
I'll be damned, they were actually a fan of me
So come back, come back. Let's talk about you in that white dress
And my tux and my vest
And that preacher man. You're my best
Friend and we could say "yes", say "yes." Please say "yes."
I know you got gla**es, but they didn't help you see past the rain
Or see who I could be once again
Thoughts on repeat
My brain is like, brain is like, brain is like
[Kulprit D Hook]
[Verse Three: Bru Swain]
You was there before the rapping
Before the anger that made this happen
I know somewhere I started slacking
Love divided by my pa**ion
How I wish this would have lasted
But we changed the way we acted
My heart-- you may have cracked it
Who knew you could crack plastic?
She said "Baby, I'm gone. Sayonara."
But I played with your heart, so try tomorrow
But I'm not gonna sit around a cry in sorrow
So I'm gonna get high and fly to Mars, bro
And if I ever get to wondering where you are
I'll just look up to the sky and see your name in the stars
[Bru Swain Hook]
G.C.S. You're the motherf***ing best. Got my heart beating out my f***ing chest
G.C.S. Yeah, you're better than the rest. So come on home and let me get you outta that dress
G.C.S. You're the motherf***ing best. Got my heart beating out my f***ing chest
G.C.S. Yeah, you're better than the rest. So come on home and let me get you outta that dress