Calling my phone
Calling me up
I just wanna go home
Wanna go home
Hated being alone
Being alone
I just wanted some love
Wanted some love
I was younger backwood inspired my weekend
No offense but your going off the deep end
Arms week eyes heavy from the drinking
Talk to you later but now you fiending for this evening
Can't talk cant see
Until I'm leaving
I got too many friends can't tell who's f*cking leeching
I don't know I don't know
Roll two more blunts an then we headed home
Calling my phone
Calling me up
I just wanna go home
Wanna go home
Hated being alone
Being alone
I just wanted some love
Wanted some love
Counting friends like I'm counting my funds
Only got six lonely dollars in my hand at once
And then we
Roll a joint like we rolling a blunt
Pierce through your brain
Like a bullet that came straight from my gun
I got 6 friends
That makes my Circle tight
Countin 6 bands
You know I'm Feelin right
My Circle dead
That Makes me wanna write
Your Feelin down
I need you feelin right
Got you in my head
I need you my mind
I got six friends
An all them wanna fight
Counting six bands
An all them on my mind
Cut in the veins and it makes me feel alive
Calling my phone
Calling me up
I just wanna go home
Wanna go home
Hated being alone
Being alone
I just wanted some love
Wanted some love
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Calling my phone
Calling me up
I just wanna go home
Wanna go home
Hated being alone
Being alone
I just wanted some love
Wanted some love
I was younger backwood inspired my weekend
No offense but your going off the deep end
Arms week eyes heavy from the drinking
Talk to you later but now you fiending for this evening
Can't talk cant see
Until I'm leaving
I got too many friends can't tell who's f*cking leeching
I don't know I don't know
Roll two more blunts an then we headed home
Calling my phone
Calling me up
I just wanna go home
Wanna go home
Hated being alone
Being alone
I just wanted some love
Wanted some love
Counting friends like I'm counting my funds
Only got six lonely dollars in my hand at once
And then we
Roll a joint like we rolling a blunt
Pierce through your brain
Like a bullet that came straight from my gun
I got 6 friends
That makes my Circle tight
Countin 6 bands
You know I'm Feelin right
My Circle dead
That Makes me wanna write
Your Feelin down
I need you feelin right
Got you in my head
I need you my mind
I got six friends
An all them wanna fight
Counting six bands
An all them on my mind
Cut in the veins and it makes me feel alive
Calling my phone
Calling me up
I just wanna go home
Wanna go home
Hated being alone
Being alone
I just wanted some love
Wanted some love
Calling me up
I just wanna go home
Wanna go home
Hated being alone
Being alone
I just wanted some love
Wanted some love
I was younger backwood inspired my weekend
No offense but your going off the deep end
Arms week eyes heavy from the drinking
Talk to you later but now you fiending for this evening
Can't talk cant see
Until I'm leaving
I got too many friends can't tell who's f*cking leeching
I don't know I don't know
Roll two more blunts an then we headed home
Calling my phone
Calling me up
I just wanna go home
Wanna go home
Hated being alone
Being alone
I just wanted some love
Wanted some love
Counting friends like I'm counting my funds
Only got six lonely dollars in my hand at once
And then we
Roll a joint like we rolling a blunt
Pierce through your brain
Like a bullet that came straight from my gun
I got 6 friends
That makes my Circle tight
Countin 6 bands
You know I'm Feelin right
My Circle dead
That Makes me wanna write
Your Feelin down
I need you feelin right
Got you in my head
I need you my mind
I got six friends
An all them wanna fight
Counting six bands
An all them on my mind
Cut in the veins and it makes me feel alive
Calling my phone
Calling me up
I just wanna go home
Wanna go home
Hated being alone
Being alone
I just wanted some love
Wanted some love
Writer: Zane Myers
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