Never Home

I told myself I wasn't finna leave you no voicemail

'Cause you really got me fucked up

Like you'd see me calling so a voicemail is pointless as fuck

But the whole point about it is

If you, if you really are serious about this

Ten missed calls, I fell asleep, damn

Dreaming like I ain't living one

She ain't had nothing to say at all

But a promise is a promise and I told her last week

When she hit me, I wouldn't pick up my phone

Nothing worse than being alone and feeling alone

I know that I should call back, but let's face facts

I don't really feel like arguing, I be out partying

Road been good to me, good to me

I know nothing lasts forever but this feel like life

I used to love when she check on me, check on me

But nowadays phone calls ain't so black and white, uh-uh

See, I don't know who that bitch is in the background

I don't know when I'll make it back to the hotel

Most of our conversations don't end well

She say she been fine but I could never tell

'Cause I'm never home

There ain't no reason for me to be having to call

You six, seven hundred times

I'm never home

In a fucking minute because you're screening my calls

My ****, like what are we doing?

I'm never home

For real, we just gonna be playing this game?

Like let's stop fucking playing games like I'm not doing it

I'm never home

You know what? I'm not, I am not going to get out of my positive mode

That I've been on know, you what I'm saying?

I've been in the bay for a few days

The money locomotive don't stop 'cause she lose her top

And top working mean like my nickname Kunta

New slave, stay up in the lab on a new wave

I don't need nobody fucking up my concentration

Lately I've been contemplating giving her some space

Im trying not to lose my patience

But if we was in a race, we'd be headed for the finish line

She put me in a mood when I'm feeling fine

She keeps saying I need to just say what she think I'm thinking

She'll get out my way, see our chain ain't linking

No, our bob ain't weaving, shit, our pop ain't locking

I'm all for boxing but this fight ain't stopping

She don't wanna spaz but she runnin' out of gas

Trying to make it last but why should we do that?

I'm never home

What, acting like you have a problem, just talk to me

I'm your woman, we're not teens

Don't see my phone call and decide to reject it

I'm never home

I'm not, we're grown, I'm not going to be calling you

Seven hundred times a day, that shit is for the birds

This whole, this whole thing, honestly

Like to be high key honest is not fucking working

I'm never home

Because I can't even through twenty minutes

Like I'm tired, like I can't do this shit no more

So you figure out what you're going to do

Because I now what I'm going to do

And I'm gonna stop leaving this fucking voicemail

Because you got me fucked up