You said on the low
Are you coming over?
You know I'm home
Oh na-na
And if you wanna go
Better be sober
Want you to make it home
Oh na-na-na
I didn't wanna recognize
I get it, I got fuckin' vices
I bet that I could read ya mind
I get it, I get it, I get the vibe
Can't take your own freakin' advice
I see niggas getting in line
You can't even get on my line
And I don't even fuckin' like it
When your face in your palm
In the back of the car
And you ain't so calm
Now what would you do?
Oh na-na
And it takes really long
To get safe in a home
And they say that you wrong
Whatever you do
Oh na-na
Oh na-na (oh na-na)
Oh na (oh na, oh na-na)
Oh God
Oh na-na (oh na, oh na-na)
Oh na (oh na, oh na-na)
I could take you home
I could take you home
Home now
Home now
And I feel safe alone
I feel safe alone
Alone now
Alone now (now, now, now, now, now)
I didn't wanna recognize (recognize)
I get it, I got fuckin' vices (vices)
I bet that I could read ya mind (read ya mind)
I get it, I get it, I get the vibe
Can't take your own freakin' advice (advice)
I see niggas getting in line (in line)
You can't even get on my line (my line)
And I don't even fuckin' like it
When your face in your palm
In the back of the car
And you ain't so calm
Now what would you do?
Oh na-na
And it takes really long
To get safe in a home
And they say that you wrong
Whatever you do
Oh na-na
Oh na-na (oh na-na)
Oh na (oh na, oh na-na)
Oh God
Oh na-na (oh na, oh na-na)
Oh na (oh na, oh na-na)
Writer(s): Austin Ward Sherman, Cecil Bernardy, Chaz Carter, Patrick Hewlett, Tierra Umi Wilson, Veronica Vera
Copyright(s): Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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