i cant move on from tinking your the one back when u call me babe i be like hun got out but im still on the run the demon i become even hit mom yo homie stay strong ice your still on going to jail stay calm gang tats forever in my arm i remeber being warm just yesterday someo e stole my jacket my deepest problem wasnt drugs or being on the streets it was being in love money aiint everything for u i give it all up being locked up tucked the relatoonsjop up it was when i fone and u would hang up wouldnt answer shit i iust wanted to say let u know miss u baby im coming home just answer the fuckning fone u daid said go get a life fuck ill make my own the eastsife ghetto farthest ivr ever roamed feels good geyting. help witb your problems try doing it on your own i cant go home