Theophilus London - Cuba lyrics

Where did we go wrong? I miss you, hold on
Angry love songs, originals
Pick up your phone admit that you wrong
I miss you, come home call home

Downtown shorty, she a lick up, too
She a kick up a lot, chat witcha, ooh
Damn, when I drip-drip, pick up, ooh
Like a lick up ting when I lick up boo, uh
That my lover that I wake up to
Buss a ten on nine and ten on two
Peng-peng she oww and thick and full
Go down it, don’t drown on it, uh

Where did we go wrong? I miss you, hold on
Angry love songs, originals
Pick up your phone admit that you wrong
I miss you, come home
Call home (You got me goin' like)

Ohh, ohh ohh
Ohh ohh, ohh ohh (You got me goin' like)
Ohh, ohh ohh
(I miss you, come home, I miss you
Come home) ohh ohh, ohh ohh
(I miss you, come home, call home)

See, the tragedy, man
Happened to me back then
And not for nothing
They was looking at a black man
That booty scratching black lad
With the black skin
Lil' light skin laughed hard at me back then
But little did they know the
King in my accent
My past tense last name was a black king
London Langdon didn’t rap then
Trini passing down the lane let me back in

Where did we go wrong? I miss you, hold on
Angry love songs, originals
Pick up your phone admit that you wrong
I miss you, come home
Call home (You got me goin' like)

Ohh, ohh ohh
Ohh ohh, ohh ohh (You got me goin' like)
Ohh, ohh ohh
(I miss you, come home, I miss you
Come home) ohh ohh, ohh ohh
(I miss you, come home, call home)