She sits and cries about the times we were low
And when her family ask about me she says we´re cool
Tell her not to cry no more
´Cause I´m coming home, I´m coming home

The phone vibrated twice, I looked but I still didn´t read it
Cause I knew they was gonna stress me out and right now I don´t need it
She told me she was leaving
I gave her too many reasons
She told me that I don´t care, but I told her I´m no good with my feelings
When I first met her, I´m not gonna lie
I was struggling sleeping
Then she got a nigga dreaming
And then helped me achieving
Alright fuck it let´s read it, she said the roads won´t love you like I will and I´m starting to believe it
In fact, I´m starting to feel it
Back then I was driving with no license

I was struggling with violence
The man said twelve pounds for two tickets
Then there was an awkward silence
She had to pay me into the cinema
And at that point I was frightened
Do I tell her that I fell off or do I lie?
Either way, she was smiling
I told that I´m gonna be somebody, must have been hard to believe, when I´m sat there bagging up weed, breaking down twenty-eight G´s
And that was in Bury New Road
Bedroom stinking cheese
But she was on a ride or die ´ting
We´re like Beauty and the Beast

I´m not home much no more, she sits and cries about the times we were low
And when her family ask about me she says we´re cool

Tell her not to cry no more
´Cause I´m coming home, I´m coming home

I´m not home much no more
She sits and cries about the times we were low
And when her family ask about me she says we´re cool
Tell her not to cry no more
´Cause I´m coming home, I´m coming home

She told me that I´m the man
And I gotta spread my wings
And now that you´re smashing music
You could have plenty of ´tings
And you´re getting better with the spotlight, then she looked down and grinned
But I could see the tears and I pray to God that he forgives my sins

I remember the night when the police knocked on, and she was shaking on the bed
And I was tryna´ hide the weed, shaking my head
And then I threw it in the bag, and I ran across the park
She met me on the other side, and we was rolling in the dark
And that´s that criminal love, she´s wearing leggings and Nike´s
I´m wearing Bali´ and gloves, no one´s fucking with us
And now I´m fucking her up, I told her no side-chick could ever break down what we´ve build up, then I see her eyes fill up
Tell her I´m coming home; I´m sick of this black patrone
I´m sick of these dizzy girls, I´m sick of us acting cold (cold, cold, cold...)

Tell her when I get back, I´m gonna do this properly (Yeah, I´m gonna do this properly)
No more setbacks, nobody can stop me (nobody can stop me)

I´m not home much no more, she sits and cries about the times we were low
And when her family ask about me she says we´re cool
Tell her not to cry no more
´Cause I´m coming home, I´m coming home

I´m not home much no more
She sits and cries about the times we were low
And when her family ask about me she says we´re cool
Tell her not to cry no more
´Cause I´m coming home, I´m coming home

I´m coming home
She sits and cries about the times we were low
And when her family ask about me she says we´re cool
Tell her not to cry no more
´Cause I´m coming home, I´m coming home