Be Like That - Group Home

When it's 3 in the morning I got a couple missed calls from you Just giving you a call back Sometimes it be like that You call my phone 3 in the morning like I need you You call my phone when you want the sex, she say I miss you You lay your head right on my lap and let me kiss you It's been too long Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that, yeah Sometimes it be like Baby you ain't gotta be like that I got ya hands to ya feet like that, I ain't know you was a freak like that You calling me daddy, you calling me da da I know you a savage, I know you a savage Young nigga got it from the mud Ever had dealings with a thug Take this dick and feel it in ya lungs From the back I beat it like a drum Maybe when the money get involved, that's when feelings get involved Hanging from the ceiling with no draws Baby I ain't picking up no calls 9-1-1 Yeah I got you calling 9-1-1 I got you calling 9-1-1 You will never find another one, you will never find another one You call my phone 3 in the morning like I need you You call my phone when you want the sex, she say I miss you You lay your head right on my lap and let me kiss you It's been too long Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that, yeah You be getting nothing but hard dick Ride while you love to start shit Diving in ya water faucet, diving in ya water faucet You got that water, you got that water I'm going harder, I'm going harder, yeah I like to look at it I throw a hook at it You know I'm good at it, you know I'm good at it Tell ya friends stop with the lies They just tryna conquer and divide Fuck you in the backseat of the ride Lift the top back when we slide Put ya hair down when we glide And I got my hands on ya thighs You call my phone 3 in the morning like I need you You call my phone when you want the sex, she say I miss you You lay your head right on my lap and let me kiss you It's been too long Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that Sometimes it be like that, sometimes it be like that, yeah Sometimes it be like that Baby you ain't gotta be like that I got ya hands ta ya feet like that, I ain't know you was a freak like that You calling me daddy, you calling me da da I know you a savage, I know you a savage Speaking from my soul and my heart Room full of hoes on my charts Look at who I chose from the start Shut ya fuckin' mouth don't you start Say the bullshit for the birds I don't give a damn what you heard I don't give a damn what's the word Stop it for ya shit be on the curb You be trying to body ya emotions Keeping shit inside when you hurting After while it turn into a burden Now you crying all up on my shirt then You get in that water and I murk it Probably think I do this shit on purpose But tell the truth I know you don't deserve it Tell the truth I know that I ain't perfect Now you probably thinking is I'm worth it All the pain lies and the games Crying to ya eyes and ya brains Crying ta ya mind til ya change Just leave me the keys to the range Pray you never need me again Don't call when you move ten a chain You just bipolar you ducking me over My heart on a roller coaster We took pictures you ain't post em Sleeping with the doors open You thinking bout leaving ain't you You tired of me breathing ain't you Yeah Gone and shoot me Cause I can't live without you

Got a party at 8:00, it's 7:53 Keys in my hand, somewhere to be And you come strolling down the stairs You got that up-to-somethin' look on your face Looks like we are gonna be fashionably late But you don't seem to care, so I set down my whiskey and you kiss me You lean your back against the wall When we walk in and it's past ten I'ma tell 'em it's your fault Baby, why you gotta wear them jeans Hair down and a white tank top? Baby, why you gotta be so mean? Looking so good, I can't stop My hands from touchin' your body You know I love it but I got to ask Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why you gotta be like that? I'm so predictable, it's like you know That denim and low cut combo With the fire in your eyes Gonna get me every time It's been like that since we met You keep messing with my head You love to play that game And I hate to complain but Baby, why you gotta wear them jeans Hair down and a white tank top? Baby, why you gotta be so mean? Looking so good, I can't stop My hands from touchin' your body You know I love it but I got to ask Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why you gotta be like that? Whoa, oh Why you gotta be like that? I set down my whiskey and you kiss me You lean your back against the wall When we walk in and it's past ten I'ma tell 'em it's your fault Baby, why you gotta wear them jeans Hair down and a white tank top? Baby, why you gotta be so mean? Looking so good, I can't stop My hands from touchin' your body You know I love it but I got to ask Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why you gotta be like that? Whoa, oh Why you gotta be like that? Whoa, oh Baby, why you gotta be like that? Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why? Baby, why?

I look out across corn rows from a dirt road Baby's kicked back in the front seat Got her bare fit hanging out the window We take a trip down memory lane Dirt on the truck, no chance of rain My third generation farming friends all pray that its on the way And if it don't show up, we'll be alright 'Cause folks round here wouldn't take a million For a different life Home sweet home I thank my lucky stars at night I was raised down here and raised up right And my pride, you've got that right Home sweet home Where a little bit goes long way And we shut her down on sundays I won't ever get too far away From home sweet home Pull down to the cane bridge Park in the ditch Folks and poles are lined up A little kid holds a stringer up Got a mess of fish I drive away with a smile on my face Knowing that this place is blessed By God's amazing grace Home sweet home I thank my lucky stars at night I was raised down here and raised up right And my pride, you've got that right Home sweet home Where a little bit goes long way And we shut her down on sundays I won't ever get too far away From Home sweet home No matter where I go Or where the road might lead This little speck on the map, is always gonna be Home sweet home I thank my lucky stars at night I was raised down here and raised up right And my pride, you've got that right Home sweet home Where a little bit goes long way And we shut her down on sundays I won't ever get too far away From home sweet home Yeah, I'm coming home