[Intro] I miss you, where you been? 
It's been months and 
I haven't heard from you, 
I need you 
It's been months and 
I haven't heard from you, come back to me 
Come back, 
I need you in my life 
I miss you, 
I miss you, come back to me, 
I miss you [Dom Kennedy] 
What's up baby? 
It's been a while 
You been good? 
I've been around different girls, different towns 
To keep it real, you missing out 
I'll all bored, next city 
Random cars, 
TEC's with me 
Like I miss you so much, have sex with me 
Not right now, look you know 
I got the ex with me 
She like fuck that, 
I don't care 
Dom So selfish and that really isn't fair 
Dom Meet me here, where 
Dom? Get undressed, yeah 
Dom Yeah Dom, what you need? 
Some bomb head? 
A bag of weed? 
Good food? 
Japanese? 
That's me on page forty in that magazine "Dom Kennedy" you need that 
She said nobody come close, 
I agreed back 
I'm the nigga who used to help her pull that weed back and she need me, believe that [Chorus: Javonte] 
That girl is smoking and can you believe that 
I'm her focus? 
It ain't hard to see she got me open and together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on [Kendrick Lamar] 
What's up love? 
It's been a while 
You been good? 
I've been around 
Remember dinner dates 
I was late? 
Mr. Chiles 
Truant like a student, you the principal 
Schooled me on timing, we was both shining like the sun bouncing off the brightest blood diamond 
I was Your 
Highness, you was my queen 
You got over him when 
I got in between 
Watching Martin on 
TV as it was 
T-D-S for us to eat 
TV dinners every time we was famished 
But it was such a pleasure to watch you try to hold it together 
Every time 
I put the head in you would panic and come right down like an avalanche 
Make your legs slant, whisper till you juicing up your pants 
Baby how that sound? 
Kosher, no sir 
Wake it back up, 
Folgers posters 
By my waistline, shout for your hard hit 
You called it a hate crime, say you want me back and your girl wanna date 
Dom, that's high school shit 4-0-1 
K, we could be friends with benefits, you dig that? [Chorus] [MURS] 
I upped and walked out, now she crying cuz 
She need me, 
I got that 
John Bryan love 
Had to find love, we called it punch-drunk 
We was a two-piece, she was a one-punch 
You know, a knock-out, and if she was to walk out my heart would go black, shrivel up and drop out 
There we go again, what the fuck you talking bout? 
We used to fuck all the time back at my momma's house 
Smoking beedies, laying on the futon 
Memories I got saved up like a coupon 
And we'd be too gone off a sack of stress weed 
I was broke then, couldn't count the best weed 
Then she would just leave in a black hatchback 
Homies from the hood used to ask me if 
I'd tapped that 
I would say yep, smiling so freely 
That was back then, but 
I bet she still need me 
She need me, she need me 
She need me, she need me 
I would say yes, smiling so freely 
That was back then, 
I bet she still need me [Chorus]