Called Tyrone ft. P$O Kwama Lyrics

You know how it be

I ain't the type of brother that's gon' reminisce

I say it to your face in the present tense

If I got an issue I don't hold it in

Then she locked me out the house I had to phone a friend

It's embarrassing

Woke up the old lady Mrs. Harrison

You the one that's always questioning your marriages

Had to call Tyrone he dropped me at the Sheraton

Had to call Blake Cris he dropped me at the Hilton

Now I'm on a guilt trip, ill trip

Going downhill trip

Still spin the block like

Young Rumpelstiltskin

Still coming home I

Took a little field trip

Standing all alone like

I was on some chill shit

Never been the guy that

Lusts for attention

I got other vices

We ain't gotta mention

I done lost priceless

Things for an interest

Why we both like this

Avoiding all tension

Lost in the devices

Got a little pretentious

Quarter-life crisis she been living through Pinterest

Real love here this ain't nothing like the pictures

Especially when them texts started looking like scriptures

Another paragraph, I don't want to read it

Put my shit on DND

I don't want to see it

I ain't the type of brother that's gon' reminisce

I say it to your face in the present tense

If I got an issue I don't hold it in

Then she locked me out the house I had to phone a friend

It's embarrassing

Woke up the old lady Mrs. Harrison

You the one that's always questioning your marriages

Had to call Tyrone he dropped me at the Sheraton

A lil break might be good for it

Put it on the line and I stood for it

If I did the crime then I'll pay for it

But you acting out of line and you lame for it

I ain't one for all the games

All this back and forth I ain't here to entertain

Now you calling names, so I did the same

Got my point across but I did it all in vain

I've been outside, let me do my thang

There's just parts of me girl that's never gonna change

To me it's just a character created on stage

Baby she don't like me she just want me 'cause my chain

They gon' try temp me 'cause my preconceived fame

If it's gon' get to you it's cool we can't hang

This the life I chose so I gotta take the blame

But I'm self aware so I'll never feel ashamed

I ain't the type of brother that's gon' reminisce

I say it to your face in the present tense

If I got an issue I don't hold it in

Then she locked me out the house I had to phone a friend

It's embarrassing

Woke up the old lady Mrs. Harrison

You the one that's always questioning your marriages

Had to call Tyrone

Had to Blake Cris he dropped me at the Hilton

Still spin the block like young Rumpelstiltskin

Back against I'm tryna find myself

Pride to big I can't ask for help

Lately I've been living in a fantasy world

Can't believe a nigga really fumbled his girl

Caught up in these streets looking for answers

Ego got me out here taking chances

Can't even look myself in the mirror

Got me crawling back home

Got me crawling back home

Yea

Got me crawling back home

Got me crawling back home

Got me crawling back home