My Room And Me Lyrics

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' fuck me, baby gon' suck me I know lil' shawty, I know she not frontin'

He say he feelin' me he never real to me fuck 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