Cuba

Where did we go wrong?

I miss you, hold on

Angry love songs, originals

Pick up your phone

Admit that you wrong

I miss you, come home

Call home

Downtown shorty, she a lick up, too

She a kick up a lot, chat witcha, ooh

Damn, when I drip-drip, pick up, ooh

Like a lick up ting when I lick up boo, uh

That my lover that I wake up to

Buss a ten on nine and ten on two

Peng-peng she oww and thick and full

Go down it, don’t drown on it, uh

Where did we go wrong?

I miss you, hold on

Angry love songs, originals

Pick up your phone

Admit that you wrong

I miss you, come home

Call home (You got me goin' like)

Ohh, ohh-ohh

Ohh-ohh, ohh-ohh (You got me goin' like)

Ohh, ohh-ohh (I miss you, come home, I miss you, come home)

Ohh-ohh, ohh-ohh (I miss you, come home, call home)

See, the tragedy, man, happened to me back then

And not for nothing, they was looking at a black man

That booty scratching black lad with the black skin

Lil' light skin laughed hard at me back then

But little did they know the king in my accent

My past tense last name was a black king

London Langdon didn’t rap then

Trini passing down the lane let me back in

Where did we go wrong?

I miss you, hold on

Angry love songs, originals

Pick up your phone

Admit that you wrong

I miss you, come home

Call home (You got me goin' like)

Ohh, ohh-ohh

Ohh-ohh, ohh-ohh (You got me goin' like)

Ohh, ohh-ohh (I miss you, come home, I miss you, come home)

Ohh-ohh, ohh-ohh (I miss you, come home, call home)