How can I get back to you? But being left is harder, yes it's true But try coming back How do I get back to you, to you, to you? Let me get back to you ’Cause leavin' is the hardest thing to do Leavin' is the hardest thing to do Believe me, I could live

European size, that's a 42 (42) Left from the scene being cordial (yeah) European bitch paying more than you Young nigga hot, that's scorching (I'm hot) Walk in the store, that's a shoe sale (Swae) And all my bitches get Chanel (Chanel) Drop the top and

And baby blue was the color of her eyes. Baby blue like the Colorado skies. Like a breath of spring, she came and left, And I still don't know why, So here's to you and whoever holds my baby blue tonight. She looked so much like a lady, but she was so

The way you'd love her The way you'd love to love her How's your heart been beating? How's your skin been keeping? How's the dream been going since you came back home this time? And left her out there somewhere Told her how you feel but Never really got

Woke up this morning, was a chill in the air Went into the kitchen, your cigarettes were lying there Your jacket hung on the chair where you left it last night Everything was in place, everything was all right But you were missing Last night I dreamed

I loved you dangerously Didn't care if the explosion ruined me You've awoken me, but you're choking me I was so obsessed Gave you all of me, and now honestly, I got nothing left More than the air that I breathe Knew we would crash at the speed that we

Oh, mocking bird, have you ever heard Words that I never heard? My woman is gone (woman is gone) If you see me, if you see me, if you see me She had left me a note hanging on my door She say she couldn't take it, she couldn't take any more The pressure

The way you almost held my hand, dear The time you kissed my cheek The words that never left your lips, love But I heard week after week The waltzes that we left untaken The glances drove us mad The life we didn't live together And the love that we

You niggas bogus, I see the imposers Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it,

You'll miss me till the day you die Oh, whoa, whoa You must be blind if you can't see I'm sick and tired of the mess you made me You left me all alone, alone, alone, alone Never gonna catch me cry oh, whoa, whoa Oh, whoa, whoa, you must be blind if you