Blame It on My Youth

Running, running, running You got me running home You got me running home Switch you a text like i land that A I get in at 8: 30 but i know that you'll be late Girl the LA airs dirty but you smell like [?] And my feelings all game like kiss upon her cheek Like ah shit, i always mean what i say I promise, we'll be together one day Its my girl, or my lady friend My number 1, [?] I gotta get while i got it, i ain't got it thats the problem Gotta finish what i started but too often i get caught up As she, [?] blowing smoke she one of them 'Cept the smoke she blowing trees like the logo on her [?] When i, pack all my feeling in a duffel, board a plane Rock a couple shows and see some girls about the state My, my ladies home, pray to god that she will stay Sent a text the other day like god damn i miss my babe But, I'm coming home, coming out of my youth Double texting the right time i fly through And next time i land swear to god i'll tell the truth I can't expect you too wait and not wait on you Too come home Running, running You got me running home You got me running home Spoke upon the phone, swear to god to tell the truth Only smoke when I'm at home, only home when I'm with you And i ain't been high in like way too long My friends all say might be time to move on But you the one baby, time to put it in a verse You the one baby, got no other [?] Just got of the plane and you claim that i did wrong Jerry and elaine how we living like a sitcom I promise, we'll be together one day Say you trust me but don't trust what i say Like ah shit, now I'm 'bout to graduate I'm coming home, and paying back loans To turn the friend zone, to the end zone I do a touchdown dance when i head home And i know i fucked up when i left you all alone I know I'm far away but never further than a phone Coming home Running, running, running You got me running home You got me running home