Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Aaah aaah aaah aaah Lord, I miss you child I've been sleeping all alone Lord I miss you Oooh oooh oooh I've been holding out so long I've been hanging on the phone

All I want is you You, you, you You, you, ooh We got options Maybe I'm the one to blame That's just how the game goes But I wanna let you know that I decided I finally realized that I been going through some changes

I'm in too deep Ah ooh-ah-ooh-ooh Can't touch the bottom with my feet Don't know what you did to me, I can't breathe but I'm living I heard your siren's call, it was beautiful I am drowning, God, please don't save me Used to be scared of the ocean 'Cause

Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama starts breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin'

I don't wanna lose you (don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna lose you) Our love (this love of ours, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh, so I'm gon' give you respect and I want to protect Oh, ooh, ooh I don't wanna hear no trouble talk People telling me what they

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

I ride foreign cars, ooh I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar I ride foreign cars, yeah Ooh, yeah, huh, ooh Lil Pump, Lil Pump, ooh Pull up to the strip, ooh

I want to love you (P-Y-T) Pretty young thing You need some lovin' (T-L-C) Tender lovin' care And I'll take you there Na na na na Where did you come from lady And ooh won't you take me there

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

Ooh, I'm missin' you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why Yeah, dedicatin' this to my nigga O We miss you nigga Goin' out to all the young niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the