Yeah, I been living fast life is on my ass
Foot up off the gas I can't ever crash
See me doin' well you ain't ever ask
Left her in the past we won't ever last
When I see 12 then I do the dash
Remind me of my past, I'm still running fast
Superficial girls don't know my heart made of glass
PSA they moved on and it didn't last
Mama I was wrong, that girl did me wrong
I pick up the phone she knew it all along
She say 'what's next?' I just held the phone
I know I'm on my own, so I guess I'm coming home
I'm coming home she what I want but what I don't deserve
I miss you so much mama hope I don't get on yo' nerves
She folded like a wallet wish woulda took yo' words
Practice made her perfect on whatever she rehearsed
I wish I focused on myself and not yo' curves
Probably woulda saved me time from all that I observed
Talkin' bout me to yo' friends, leave that for the birds
Chose you over me, I didn't even know my worth
Mama I was wrong, that girl did me wrong
I pick up the phone she knew it all along
She say 'what's next?' I just held the phone
I know I'm on my own, so I guess I'm coming home
I wish I left you where I found you now you in my head
You wait 'til I'm fed up how 'bout you leave instead
These lucid dreams I wonder why I can't put them to bed
Never understood all the pain behind the tears I shed
Never asked you for anything but your time
Forever straight but you made me feel out of line
Shorty really workin' on herself we still in our prime
She can take her time I'm workin' on another dime
Mama I was wrong, that girl did me wrong
I pick up the phone she knew it all along
She say 'what's next?' I just held the phone
I know I'm on my own, so I guess I'm coming home
Yeah, and she'll never ever be you
She so much better and she know me like I'm see through
Look me in my eyes and lied, baby that's beneath you
She tired of being tired of being here I'm screaming me too
I can't move on I'm stuck on re-do
Even when I leave my heart won't ever leave you
We were forever I can't front I think I need you
You know that I was everything you need too
Mama I was wrong, that girl did me wrong
I pick up the phone she knew it all along
She say 'what's next?' I just held the phone
I know I'm on my own, so I guess I'm coming home
I'ma live my life, guess I'll find another wife
Shouldn't be too hard I'm nothing like those other guys
I done fell in love close to like a hundred times
Got back on my feet over like a hundred times
Of course they weren't mine, I just fantasize
Facetime at 1 a.m. I just romanticize
Promises of love they just like to tantalize
Tell me lies I feel alive, tell me lies
Aye, letter to my mama
I'm coming home, I'm coming home