Try to get you on the phone But your mother always says you're gone And you ain't coming home Try to get you on the line But you're so hard to find
Baby girl she makes the good motion Make no mistake she's deep as the ocean Jake never sleeps in the heart of the city And God'll never make another woman this pretty And I can never guess why she even messed wit' me I'm sick of cliches like opposites attract When they drop the drum track Screaming "Baby come back" Reality bites like pit bull fights I jump outta bed and throw on my lights Your clothes are all gone And your makeup drawer is empty I found an old picture of you washing your hair And now we ain't even friendly
Try to get you on the phone But your mother always says you're gone And you ain't coming home Try to get you on the line But you're so hard to find
Ain't too many kids that bang like this shorty She'll come drink a forty I had every man's dream in the palm of my hand And fucked it all up like the Taliban She left town with my ring and wrecked all our plans And I don't even care about the fifty grand Man the hell with the cash cause that ain't the point We used to sit around and laugh as we smokin' the joint We used to watch TV and eat chicken wings Now I'm all alone up in my room This house is feelin' empty We used to talk about being bride and groom And now we ain't even friendly
Try to get you on the phone But your mother always says you're gone And you ain't coming home Try to get you on the line But you're so hard to find