Yeah, I been living fast life is on my ass Foot up off the gas I can't ever crash See me doin' well you ain't ever ask Left her in the past we won't ever last When I see 12 then I do the dash Remind me of my past, I'm still running fast Superficial girls don't know my heart made of glass PSA they moved on and it didn't last Mama I was wrong, that girl did me wrong I pick up the phone she knew it all along She say 'what's next?' I just held the phone I know I'm on my own, so I guess I'm coming home I'm coming home she what I want but what I don't deserve I miss you so much mama hope I don't get on yo' nerves She folded like a wallet wish woulda took yo' words Practice made her perfect on whatever she rehearsed I wish I focused on myself and not yo' curves Probably woulda saved me time from all that I observed Talkin' bout me to yo' friends, leave that for the birds Chose you over me, I didn't even know my worth Mama I was wrong, that girl did me wrong I pick up the phone she knew it all along She say 'what's next?' I just held the phone I know I'm on my own, so I guess I'm coming home I wish I left you where I found you now you in my head You wait 'til I'm fed up how 'bout you leave instead These lucid dreams I wonder why I can't put them to bed Never understood all the pain behind the tears I shed Never asked you for anything but your time Forever straight but you made me feel out of line Shorty really workin' on herself we still in our prime She can take her time I'm workin' on another dime Mama I was wrong, that girl did me wrong I pick up the phone she knew it all along She say 'what's next?' I just held the phone I know I'm on my own, so I guess I'm coming home Yeah, and she'll never ever be you She so much better and she know me like I'm see through Look me in my eyes and lied, baby that's beneath you She tired of being tired of being here I'm screaming me too I can't move on I'm stuck on re-do Even when I leave my heart won't ever leave you We were forever I can't front I think I need you You know that I was everything you need too Mama I was wrong, that girl did me wrong I pick up the phone she knew it all along She say 'what's next?' I just held the phone I know I'm on my own, so I guess I'm coming home I'ma live my life, guess I'll find another wife Shouldn't be too hard I'm nothing like those other guys I done fell in love close to like a hundred times Got back on my feet over like a hundred times Of course they weren't mine, I just fantasize Facetime at 1 a.m. I just romanticize Promises of love they just like to tantalize Tell me lies I feel alive, tell me lies Aye, letter to my mama I'm coming home, I'm coming home