Can't Go Back To Jersey

You're so fine

From your toes

to your hips

and your face

???

please don't kick me out

on the streets

out the door

I don't wanna stay on my cousin's couch no more

I can't do it

I can't go back to living that way

Sweet sweet sugar momma

I know that i can change

I won't do the shit

That piss you off

Or make you mad

Like come home late to dinner with your business friends

Or being out late night with the fellas at the club

Or the time I forgot your birthday at the studio

And I will try to be a little more sensitive

Cause I love you baby boo boo

And I need a place to live

I can't go back to Jersey

I ain't going back

I can't go back to Jersey

I ain't going back

I can't go back to Jersey

I ain't going back

Ay yo why ya

Why ya

Why ya gotta do me like that

Yo I can't go back to Jersey

Yo I ain't going back

Ay yo I can't go back to Jersey

I ain't going back

I can't go back to Jersey

I ain't going back

Yo why ya

Why ya

Why ya gotta do me like that

like that

And you don't stop

Yo

I got a message from my girl

Who was furious and crying

She said who's the chick you're speaking with

Last night

And stop lying

Oh no

What could I do

I'm against the wall

Well I was fronting with this honey

I mean I pocket call

For fifteen minutes she had me leaning on tilt

Now she got the kitchen knife

And she's staring at the diznick

Nothin happened

I didn't touch her

didn't make her smile

didn't even fuck her

Didn't grind for a little while

Didn't even laugh

Buy a drink or hold her hand

She slapped me in the face and said

Pack your shit man

I can't go back to Jersey

I ain't going back

I can't go back to Jersey

I ain't going back

Yo I can't go back to Jersey

I ain't going back

Ay yo why ya

Why ya

Why ya gotta do me like that

Yo I can't go back to Jersey

I ain't going back

I can't go back to Jersey

I ain't going back

I can't go back to Jersey

I ain't going back

yo why ya

Why ya

Why ya gotta do me like that

like that

And you don't stop

Matt Bronsten

You know I'm storming

Trying to get back in good graces

I keep leaning on ????

Tripping on my shoelaces

I really love ya

I'll rub a dub ya

I'll fill the tub with bubbles

On the double

Oh shit

I'm in trouble

Buy you flowers

Cook you dinner

I hope my friends don't see me running 'round like Bruce Jenner

That would not be cool it might

Ruin my rep

And my main objective is to

keep the bed we slept

Last night

And the night before last

???

I was driving fast

Take care of the situation

police shootout

From the lock

because she just threw all my shit out the window on the block

I can't go back to jersey……….

Lemonade

Lemonade

Lemonaaaaaaadeee