Take Me Home Lil Cobaine (Ft. Bebe Rexha)

[Verse]
She don't even wanna text no more
Its all 'bout money and the sex oh girl
You sick in the head to be thinkin' all that - wait, you think I'm all that?
I don't even wanna front my max paycheck only a couple hundred a month
Look I ain't-a gymnast I got no reason to stunt
Yeah I got you when you need it but not ever when you want
So I kick it like a punt
No role models I been on my own follow
I'm just tryna be the front
Even though I see a million other pretty women
I assure you that I can and will
I promise you're the one
To stay separated is like the moon between the sun
If you fuckin from behind gotta hurry up and run
I been doin' it for real
And I swear I'm real as fuck
And I promise that I'm here regardless if I'm here enough!
(God damn)