Ass Back Home

Album: The Papercut Chronicles II (2011)
Charted: 62 12
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  • Oh, it's so sexy, yo

    I don't know, where you're going
    Or when you're coming home
    I left the keys under the mat to our front door
    For one more chance to hold you close
    I don't know, where you're going
    Just get your ass back home

    We both knew this type of life didn't come with instructions
    So I'm trying to do my best to make something out of nothing
    And sometimes it gets downright shitty in fact
    When you call and I don't even know what city I'm in at
    Or what day of the week in the middle of the month
    In a year I don't recall
    It's like my life's on repeat and the last time we spoke
    I told you I wouldn't be long,
    That was last November, now December's almost gone
    I'd apologize but I don't realize what I'm doing wrong

    I don't know, where you're going
    Or when you're coming home
    I left the keys under the mat to our front door
    For one more chance to hold you close
    I don't know, where you're going
    Just get your ass back home

    And you've been nothing but amazing
    And I never take that for granted
    Half of these birds would have flew the coop
    But you, you truly understand it
    And the fact you stood beside me
    Every time you heard some bogusness
    You deserve a standing o 'cause they'd a just been over it
    Let em talk, let em talk, let em talk, let em talk
    Like we don't hear what they saying
    Let em walk, let em walk, let em walk, let em walk
    We'll just drive by and keep waving
    'Cause you and I above all that
    Just let them wallow in it
    Now they all choked up, yuck
    'Cause they be swallowing it

    I don't know, where you're going
    Or when you're coming home
    I left the keys under the mat to our front door
    For one more chance to hold you close
    I don't know, where you're going
    Just get your ass back home

    No one holds me down like you do sweetheart
    You keep doing that, I keep doing this
    We'll be alright in the end
    Trust that
    We put the us in trust, baby
    Let's go

    I don't care what you're after
    As long as I'm the one, no
    I don't care why you're leaving
    You'll miss me when you're gone

    I don't know, where you're going
    Or when you're coming home
    I left the keys under the mat to our front door
    For one more chance to hold you close
    I don't know, where you're going
    Just get your ass back home. Writer/s: AMMAR MALIK, BEN LEVIN, DANIEL OMELIO, DAVID SILBERSTEIN, DISASHI LUMUMBA-KASONGO, ERIC ROBERTS, MATTHEW MCGINLEY, TRAVIS MCCOY
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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