Made It Home Lyrics

Yeah

Just made it home my love

Did I set the tone or come off too strong, my love?

I think our souls had touched

Or it was lip to lip but shit that's just as close enough

You got me in a cobra clutch

The way that it sits in ya close friends pics

Makes me wanna call it home, my love

You're like a stove

I can feel you through the phone

In the past I've been told that I'm cold as fuck

Shit, Big Frigid

If we were an item we'd be big ticket

Sex Pistols, Syd Vicious

Every time you on my line, I feel like I'm six and it's Christmas

You big business meets "Big Pimpin"

I think that I'm tripping

It's like you know what's up

But the need for more is what holds us up

Just made it home my love

Did I set the tone or come off too strong, my love?

I used to think I chose my love

Then I got old enough

And realized that I can't choose this

This just happens

Feels like the ones before this were just practice

No matter what I try girl, I can't combat this feeling that I have

Closer to magic than bunnies out hat tricks, girl

This is no cap

No scripts, no acting

But all action

You soul snatching

You can have it

Yeah

You're breath taking but at the same time you're not suffocating

Amazing

Just made it home my love

Did I set the tone or come off too strong, my love?