Kinda want her back Yeah Kinda want her back Yeah Yeah Kinda want her back Yeah Yeah Kinda want her back Yeah Even though that little hoe treated me like trash Man I can't lie to you I kinda want her back But first I know I really gotta make this bag Only Me N' Me I know I only got my back Even though that little bitch yeah drive me crazy I might fuck around and give that bitch a baby yeah Imma go ahead and cop that bitch a new Mercedes But this time I know that little hoe Has no chances of tryna fucking play me (HA) If she fuck up again imma fuck this bitch name Stacy I can be a bad boy bitch don't make me demonstrate it All these fucking losers out here only really masturbating I just be up counting money and I'm always contemplating I don't need no attitude from you Who the fuck you think you playing By the way I never write my tracks I don't know what I'm saying An I know that little bitch so happy cause I made her famous But I don't give two fucks bout that shit Cause I'm not the one you claiming Kinda want her back Yeah Kinda want her back Kinda want her back Yeah Yeah Kinda want her back Yeah Even though that little hoe treated me like trash Man I can't lie to you I kinda want her back But first I know I really gotta make this bag Only Me N' Me I know I only got my back I know that, that little bitch miss me yeah I know that, that hoe wanna kiss me yeah I know that, that hoe wanna diss me yeah Yeah Yeah Miss me yeah Ya Tell your friends how I know you miss me Tell them how you really wanna kiss me Tell them how you really know you miss me Yeah Come here girl cause I know you miss me yeah

Girl, what you're doin' here by yourself? Not looking like you're waiting on someone else I see a little heart broke in that glass of top-shelf If I'm anywhere close, maybe I can help 'Cause I come from a long line of lonesome drinkers Old school bar stool, jukebox learners Pop-a-top, sing along country song swayers A long line of neo, all night stayers I can pull up a chair if you want me to I can spin you 'round the floor if you want me to But baby, don't feel like you got to 'cause you ain't got to Girl, this is where I go when I get this way Where the Cuervo's gold and the music's great Might get a little buzz, but hell, that's ok It's all part of my DNA 'Cause I come from a long line of lonesome drinkers Old school bar stool, jukebox learners Pop-a-top, sing along country song swayers Long line of neon, all night stayers I can pull up a chair if you want me to I can spin you 'round the floor if you want me to But baby, don't feel like you got to 'cause you ain't got to We can dance all night if you want to You can hold on tight if you want to Oh, but baby, don't feel like you got to 'cause you ain't got to I come from a long line of lonesome drinkers Lonesome drinkers Lonesome drinkers Lonesome drinkers