Текст песни Homiesexual (with Ty Dolla $ign) - Ty Dolla $ign , Daniel Caesar

Heard you found someone else
To sleep next to you
Homiesexual, but girl, I ain't judging
I know you were sick of my shit (oh-oh-oh)
Found yourself a bitch
One that's celibate, but I know you're fronting

'Cause I know you like it nasty
Can't get that shit past me, I'm grabbin' your throat
But I really hope you're happy
Miss that booty clapping, wish you were home

Take down the remedies
I know that you're feelin' it
You miss me a little bit, blow me a little kiss
When you see me, please believe me

I know you better, maybe, than you know yourself
Plus, you see me everywhere, that doesn't help
So let me be the person that's gon' notify you (motify you)
Despite your efforts, I'm gon' end up back beside you (beside you)
And you wouldn't have it any other way (way)
Yesterday, tomorrow, always

Heard you found someone else
To sleep next to you
Homiesexual, but girl, I ain't judging
I know you were sick of my shit (oh-oh-oh)
Found yourself a bitch
One that's celibate, but I know you're fronting

'Cause I know you like it nasty
Can't get that shit past me, I'm grabbing your throat
But I really hope you're happy
Miss that booty clapping, wish you were home

Yeah, heard you found someone else, still ain't even find yourself
Sitting in my hotel
Just scrolling and I noticed that your page on private
Why you hide yourself?

Why, my girl? I never meant to make you cry, my girl
Know you that caught me in some lies, oh, well
I'm not perfect, it's no worse than people in churches
We ain't gotta do the back and forth with each other like a versus

'Cause it is what it is and it ain't what it ain't
And they can never love you like I can, love you like I can
Someone said they seen you with your new man
Oh, I heard you found someone else

Heard you found someone else (oh, I heard)
To sleep next to you (to sleep next to you, yeah)
Homiesexual, but girl, I ain't judging (girl, I ain't judging)
I know you were sick of my shit (sick of my-)
Found yourself a bitch (found yourself)
One that's celibate, but I know you're fronting

'Cause I know you like it nasty
Can't get that shit past me, I'm grabbing your throat
But I really hope you're happy
Miss that booty clapping, wish you were home