Let me go home But I wanna go home A million people I Oh, I miss you, you know And I wanna go home I'm coming back home Another summer day Has come and gone away In Paris and Rome

There can only be one me(can't nobody can't nobody do your body like me) I wanna make you moan Do it all night long Once I get you home Baby girl it's on I'm gonna kiss yo lips Then I'm gonna raise yo slip I'm gonna take your hand

I wish I was, I wish I was beside you She sleeps alone My heart wants to come home She lies awake I'm trying to find the words to say I wish I was, I wish I was I don't wanna go So close but so far away Within a minute I was all packed up

Tired of love songs, tired of love Wanna go home, whoa Just wanna go home, wanna go home I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs So tired of love songs, tired of love songs I, I, oh I, yeah Trying my best to meet somebody But everybody around

Ain't no going back now This is the line and I walk alone Know where I wanna be, but I'm far from home Just trying to make it on my own And unless they send me clothes, I don't answer phones This is the line, and I walk alone Don't know where I'm at now

Please come back home Where'd you go? That you've been gone I miss you so, Seems like it's been forever, Seems like it's been forever I miss you so She said, "Some days I feel like shit" Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit"

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

Daylight come and we don't wanna go home Dayo, me say dayo Yeah so, we losin' control Turn the lights low 'cause we about to get blown Let the club shut down (We won't go, oh, oh, oh) From the window (from the window) To the wall (to the wall) This club

You would leave me alone But I can't turn down 20 All these bitches wanna have sex 'Cause they know a nigga got money I know I had a girl at home But that shit ain't mean nothin' to me 'Cause i'm just like every other nigga Stackin' with the wrong hitta

(I can't go another day without you) Would it make you, make you, wanna stay? And if I wrote you a love song and sang it to you every day Would it ever be enough to make you wanna come back home and stay? But if I told you I loved you, would it make you