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[Verse 1]

They say that all your old girls got somebody new

I said, "Damn, really? Even Rose Mary? Even Leanne Sealey?"

They said, "Fu***ing right, they were the first to go", it's nothing personal

It's just that all them women that you slept on been working though

They've been saving up, new niggas came around, they been waking up

With "I swear, you don't know this city anymore

They might have loved you before

But you're out here doing your thing, they don't know you"

Ah, sure they do, they just not as sincere

It's crazy all the emotions forgot in a year

She like "why you even give a Fu***, you not even here?"

Well, out there there ain't nothing for me and I think I need to come home

 

[Hook]

Tell me, who did I leave behind?

You think it got to me, I can just read your mind

You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now

Uh, but believe I remember it all

 

[Verse 2]

I be with my nigga Chubbs, he in love with street shit

No wonder why I feel awkward at this Fashion Week shit

No wonder why I keep Fu***ing up the double-cheek kiss

And long for that ignorant Young Money Miami Beach shit

Couple artists got words for me, that's never fun

They say it's on when they see me, that day don't ever come

I'm never scared, they never real, I never run

When all is said and done, more is always said than done

And I was told once, things will change

By a nigga named Tip when my deal came

Told me it's all good, even when it feel strange

Now I'm that guy that know them strippers by their real names

Rochelle, Jordan

Thick bitches, they just talked me out of four grand

How'd a pile of kush become a mountain of truth?

How'd a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth?

Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all

Remember how I used to feel at the start of it

And now I'm living a mothaFu***ing fairy tale

And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it

Yeah, just lie to my ears

Tell me it feel the same, that's all I've been dying to hear

Lights get low and that's when I have my brightest ideas

And I heard my city feel better than ever, that's why I gotta come home

 

[Hook]

Tell me, who did I leave behind?

You think it got to me, I can just read your mind

You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now

Uh, but believe I remember it all

 

[Verse 3]

My mother is back to who she was years ago

It's like a new page me and her are beginning on

I wish she'd stop checking up on women I can't stand

Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on

She thinks I've become a slave to the wealth

But I'd never break the promises I made to myself

And I would never make up names for myself

Then change the names that I just gave to myself

Certain rappers would call me to say "What up, though?"

I used to brag about it to my friends

And now I'm feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat

And maybe that's all they do is just pretend

Damn, but I bought it though, I believed it

Yeah, I thought it and I achieved it

Yeah, so show me love, show me Fu***ing love

Cause I thought it was all I needed

Yeah, clearly I was wrong about it all along

And this'll be the year that I won't even feel shit

They trip off the amount of people that I brought along

But I'm just trying to be surrounded by some real shit

Need credentials for every one of these Toronto kids

I promised they'd see it with me, we just trying to live

I told 'em we about to get it and we finally did

Listen closely to my shit -- I swear it's sounding like home

 

[Hook]

Tell me, who did I leave behind?

You think it got to me, I can just read your mind

You think I'm so caught up in where I am right now

Uh, but believe I remember it all

 

[Outro: Bob Marley]

Well, you see, the way I feel about the music, it can be copied, you know?

But, it’s not copy do it, it’s the feel, you know? It carry a feel

Well, you ask plenty musicians -- them know it, but them can't do it

Some people still searching for this truth here

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