[Intro]
 I miss you, where you been?
 It's been months and I haven't heard from you, I need you
 It's been months and I haven't heard from [bad word] back to me
 [bad word] back, I need you in my life
 I miss you, I miss [bad word] back to me, I miss you

[Dom Kennedy]
 What's up baby? It's been a while
 You been good? I've been around
 different girls, different towns
 To keep it real, you missing out
 I'll all bored, next city
 Random cars, TEC's with me
 Like I miss you so much, have  with me
 Not right now, look you know I got the ex with me
 She like [bad word] that, I don't care Dom
 So selfish and that really isn't fair Dom
 Meet me here, where Dom?
 Get undressed, yeah Dom
 Yeah Dom, what you need?
 Some bomb head? bag of weed?
 Good food? Japanese?
 That's me on page forty in that magazine
 "Dom Kennedy" you need that
 She said [bad word] close, I agreed back
 I'm the [bad word] who used to help her pull that weed back
 and she need me, believe that

 [bad word]  Javonte]
 That girl is smoking
 and can you believe that I'm her focus?
 It ain't hard to see she got me open
 and together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on

[Kendrick Lamar]
 What's up love? It's been a while
 You been good? I've been around
 Remember dinner dates I was late? Mr. Chiles
 [bad word] like a student, you the principal
 Schooled me on timing, we was both shining
 like the sun bouncing off the brightest blood diamond
 I was Your Highness, you was my queen
 You got over him when I got in between
 Watching Martin on TV as it was T-D-S
 for us to eat TV dinners every time we was famished
 But it was such a pleasure to watch you try to hold it together
 Every time I put the head in you would panic
 [bad word] right down like an avalanche
 Make your legs slant, whisper till you juicing up your pants
 Baby how that sound? Kosher, no sir
 Wake it back up, Folgers posters
 By my waistline, shout for your hard hit
 You called it a hate crime, say you want me back
 and your girl wanna date Dom, that's high school [bad word] 
 4-0-1 K, we could be friends with benefits, you dig that?

 [bad word] 

[MURS]
 I upped and walked out, now she crying cuz
 She need me, I got that John Bryan love
 Had to find love, we called it [bad word] 
 We was a two-piece, she was a one-punch
 You know, a knock-out, and if she was to walk out
 my heart would go black, shrivel up and drop out
 There we go again, what the [bad word] you talking bout?
 We used to [bad word] all the time back at my momma's house
 Smoking beedies, laying on the futon
 Memories I got saved up like a coupon
 And we'd be too gone off a sack of stress weed
 I was broke then, couldn't count the best weed
 Then she would just leave in a black hatchback
 Homies from the hood used to ask me if I'd tapped that
 I would say yep, smiling so freely
 That was back then, but I bet she still need me
 She need me, she need me
 She need me, she need me
 I would say yes, smiling so freely
 That was back then, I bet she still need me

 [bad word]