Текст песни Come Back Home - Screwed & Chopped - SPM

You was my girlfriend′s best friend
We met in High school
Back when life was just a thing to get high to

We kept in touch
And became close friends
Being lovers
Was something we decided against

A lot of your boyfriend's didn′t understand us
And a lot of my girlfriend's thought for sure we had crushed
But we kept it pure
So our love won't end
And I cried tears of joy as I stood at your wedding

You seemed so happy
And your man seemed straight
The only thing I hated was you moved out of state

But it didn′t take long
Before I started to tell that something was wrong
Girl
I know you too well

I′m talking to my home girl on the phone
Try'na tell her that really needs to come back home
She found out her dude like beating her down
Let me put you on a plane back to H-town

Listen mamacita
You deserve a life
Full of love and attention
You′re the perfect wife

It makes my blood boil
'Cause you′re honest and loyal
And your man is only good to fertilize the soil

I try to give you advice
Baby come to Houston
But advice is useless
Unless you use it

The last time I saw you
Your arms had bruises
And really the truth is
Everyone uses

I don't judge dude
I put my trust in above
It′s not his fault he wasn't taught how to love

When he gets it together
Maybe ya'll can get back
But for now
You shouldn′t have to suffer like that

I′m talking to my home girl on the phone
Try'na tell her that really needs to come back home
She found out her dude like beating her down
Let me put you on a plane back to H-town

You could call me on my cell
At the oddest of hours
And I would listen to descriptions of the life of a coward

I just wanted to hold you
And keep you warm
But that was something you would hate to decide on your own

I′m your shoulder to cry on
Every time you need it
I can take you to water
But only you can drink it

'Cause if you let him treat you like a piece of trash
Then really you′re convincing him
That that's what he has

Don′t settle for less
You're entitled to happiness
I know you have a son
You don't want to be daddy-less

But tell me the truth
Is it better to split?
Or having baby getting taught to treat women like shit?

I′m talking to my home girl on the phone
Try′na tell her that really needs to come back home
She found out her dude like beating her down
Let me put you on a plane back to H-tow