Where Have You Been, Pt. 2 Lyrics

I do I, aye I see what you tried to do with this one

On god, that bih hard

Where you been, you thinking you grown, why the fuck you never be at home?

Always out about, you always gone and you can't answer your phone?

I been overthinking now I'm in that zone

Baby I been crying, need a tissue

Lately I been just trying to fix you

Look I know you miss me and I miss you

Baby come and tell me what's the issue

And you know they lying, you was mine, I would never let 'em diss you

Know I gotta get up out my feels, I'm just keeping it real, I think I already know the deal

No love in yo' heart for me still, said I fumbled in the field and you tell me it's my fault but Girl I feel ya'

Parking lot talks at motels, I think it's my second time here 'cause my problems so Familiar

Gotta find my lighter and my scale, got me feeling like I failed, gotta move on thank you For the years

Part two this a Interlude

Storyline, borderline, girl you know that I was feeling you

I took my time it was critical, I woke you up every morning with a text saying you Beautiful

Yea I was really tryna make it too, up early in the morning so in love ready to go school

Remember diving in ya' swimming pool

Now it's over and you with another nigga but it's all cool

Goddamn like hold up

My emotions in my blunt, let me roll up

Reminiscing can't front, got me tore up

Fell outta love last year, where the time got me so stuck

In the gump, we was slidin'

You don't think about the times that you came and let me slide in

Bonnie and Clyde we was riding, step daddy died, out my mind I was hurt and keeping Quiet

Where you been, you thinking you grown, why the fuck you never be at home?

Always out about, you always gone and you can't answer your phone?

I been overthinking now I'm in that zone

Baby I been crying, need a tissue

Lately I been just trying to fix you

Look I know you miss me and I miss you

Baby come and tell me what's the issue

And you know they lying, you was mine, I would never let 'em diss you

Know I gotta get up out my feels, I'm just keeping it real, I think I already know the deal

No love in yo' heart for me still, said I fumbled in the field and you tell me it's my fault but Girl I feel ya

Parking lot talks at motels, I think it's my second time here 'cause my problems so Familiar

Gotta find my lighter and my scale, got me feeling like I failed, gotta move on, thank you For the years