GO HOME!
DESTIN CONRAD
I don't have any self control
I don't ever know when to go home
I lost my keys and my cellphone
Where did all my friends and my homegirl go?
I think I gotta go home
I don't know when to go
DESTIN, go, ven en casa
You need to go home, baby
You got a house
Lemme go ahead and call you a car (go home)
You acting like you don't got no fucking house
Nigga, you a mess, I told you 'bout it the last time
Can't do nothing better than get drunk, your pastime
You don't ever know how to calm down
I know myself best, I get drunk and confess
I have one shot and then I have another six
Some more, I guess, baby, I'm a mess, I know
There's a thin line between having fun and carryin' on
I think I've lost it
If I had any doubt in my mind, well, I know, I was wrong
Go home, I won't
Now I'm smoking cigarettes in somebody room
I'm acting like I'm friends with people I never knew
I say I'm probably leaving early, I never do
And now I made a friend, he said he from Chattanooga
He said I need to plan a trip 'cause I never been
Knowing damn well that I'll never see him again
Now I'm feeling kinda crazy, the room is spinning
Shoulda had a lime and a soda
I don't have any self control
I never know when to go the fuck home
Can somebody call me a car home?
Bitch, oh, hell nah, you live in Crown Heights, sis
Uber fifty dollars, fifty dollars, bitch, damn