FOLLOWED Lyrics

We followed you home right up to your fucking door

We followed you home right up to your fucking door

I Drove by as you parked

And looked into your eyes

And you ain't even know it was me

Surprise! Cause I was

In a different Benz

The ones that don't come with friends

You almost got t-boned

On the way home by light street

He's a twenty-four hour thief

Pushing a box with jersey paper tags

With stolen clothes in the back seat

This poor puppy was alone

In the middle of the week

I could of took it their

I had the cooking wear

Spun the block

I had the drop

We followed you home right up to your fucking door

We followed you home right up to your fucking door

We followed you home right up to your fucking door

We followed you home right up to your fucking door

When he parked

And it wasn't even dark

Pull up right on the side of him

And let him have it

Appearing outta nowhere passing things off like magic

Just to see the look in his eyes

For short change manic

He looks very comfortable

Cause He's been on the run

For a month or two

He knew about me

When I had my first range or two

Now he's Walking around in broad daylight

When he owes the plug and you

Like Kurt isn't a treat but a bug or fool

We followed you home right up to your fucking door

We followed you home right up to your fucking door

We followed you home right up to your fucking door

We followed you home right up to your fucking door