You gonna be sorry that you left me alone (you're going to be sorry) Packed your bags and now you gone (you're going to be sorry) Tried ev'rything to get along with you (you're going to be sorry) I tried ev'ry little thing I knew how to do (you're going to be sorry) You don't love me, don't love me no mo' Was that the reason why you wanna go-ooh Back home? (go-ooh) back home
Told you baby that I will roam (you're going to be sorry) But all you could say was You wanted to go home (you're going to be sorry) You know baby that I love you so (you're going to be sorry) Ain't no way that I can let you go (you're going to be sorry) You don't love me, that I know A-that's the reason why you wanna Go back ho-oome (back home) Yea-ah! (go back crawlin') (crawl, back home)
Tell her! Drive off in yo' droptop She's bout to pack up, your trunk, now She's going to pack all, your clothes up You better lock up, your droptop
You got to walk back, to yo' bus stop She got the droptop, you got a bus stop You got to lock up, your droptop She's packin' her trunk, in your droptop
Give up, you messed up, she got the droptop Give up, you messed up, you let it go, so You pack the trunks up, she's at a bus stop You pack the trunks up, she got her droptop
Tell her! My own fault, you stole my droptop You bout to drop by, to my bus stop You bout to drive by, to my bus stop You bout to walk back, to the bus stop
You got to walk back to the bus stop You got to walk back to the bus stop Too bad you walked out, to the bus stop Too bad you walked out, with the droptop
You bet you messed up, you better come back You got to walk back, to that bus stop She packed your trunks up, she's so fucked up She packed your trunks up, she's so fucked up
Tell her! You're fucked, so fucked up You bout to fuck up, she's so fucked up You going to fuck up, she's so fucked up You bout to fuck up, with my droptop
You got to walk out, cause you're fucked up You got to walk now, cause you fucked up You got to walk out, cause you're fucked up You bout to mess up, cause you're fucked up
Too bad you messed up, cause you're fucked up You got the the droptop, cause you're fucked up Too bad your luck's up, with my droptop Too bad your luck's up, she's so fucked up
Took ya downtown just the other day (you're going to be sorry) People begin to crowd around and say 'you're going to be sorry' You don't love me, love me, no mo' (you're going to be sorry) That the reason why you wanna go (you're going to be sorry) You don't love me, love me no mo' But 'at a reason why you wanna go Back ho-ome, back home
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
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Compositor: Ellas Mc Daniel (Bo Diddley) (BMI)Editor: Arc Music Corp (BMI)Administração: BMG Rights Management Us LLC (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #14633136 em 04/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM