Marc E. Ba**y - Come Back lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Skizzy Mars] I might Bag a hundred tens to keep it a thousand [?] shirt, Paul Stuart trousers Über outside, please don't take an hour You gon' watch TV and I will roll sour k**ing old flows, I'm a nuisance That's my old girl, meet my new chick And you got this perception of me And you said you could never love me You expected better from me Yeah, you expected better from me And you sit by and never call me You found someone else to love And I went down a different road You told me you had enough Tell me do you give a f** Cause I think I ran out of luck Yeah, I think I ran out of luck Meeting all these faces, seeing all these cities Got this time to waste, won't you waste it with me [Hook: Marc E Ba**y] Said baby come back I won't do you wrong again I'll do all the things I say I'll never let you go to bed alone I'll always pick up my phone Yeah, I had my time to roam Baby, come back Baby, come back I won't do you wrong again [Verse 2: Skizzy Mars] I don't discriminate But I heard he took you on a dinner date And I'm not one to hate But he's pretty lame, you could do better But that's subjective, right I guess I'm biased, right I guess I'm lying, right Come back, let's try again and we could try it right Living fast, speeding past yellow lights It's 3 am, keep it quiet aight Mom's home, she'll let us smoke though When your body looking mean, you wanna diet right And all your clothes is hard to get, I know you got them right You leave for a minute, I get jealous I get worried that your head's not really in it And I know you get annoyed that I'm always binge drinking I know you get the point, know exactly what I'm thinking I just want you to come back [Hook: Marc E Ba**y] [Verse 3: Skizzy Mars] I want to say that I apologize Looking at me with those somber eyes I know they were different times I'm a little older, I've grown up, you're on my mind And it's hard to find That connection, when the conversation is as good as the s** is And you always gon' be better than the next chick She spent the night, but in the morning hit the exit Rolling raws as I go through tour Man, I miss New York Man, I miss the way you touch me on my head and say everything's alright baby But, I don't know girl, now I might be going crazy Standing on the couches, screaming all the words, drinking wine we can't pronounce Rolling up before the club, smoking like an ounce It's just not the same without you [Hook: Marc E Ba**y] [Outro]