I'm in Chicago, you in L. A

But damn it, if you really meant it

Then you would be looking for places to stay

In the Bodega, say sum', call me back

Gettin' impatient (Ah)

Tired of chasing you and your girlfriends, babe

Just don't make me wait

If I come see you, babe, you better scream my name

Fuck you Henry, you're so fucking full of yourself

(Fuck you Henry, fuck you Henry)

Dancin' to the beat of my drum

This shit gets harder when you gotta get it all on your own

I wish it would've went down different

We were written in stone, written in stonе

Mentally been different, еver since I went pro

I used to dream about the riches, and the bitches at shows

I made a decision, then I put down my phone

I wish I kept you around

'Cause now the only thing that's missin' is your visits

Why don't you come closer?

Come over, we don't have to tell no one

Why don't you come closer?

Come over, we don't have to tell no one