She Needs Me - Kendrick Lamar, Dom Kennedy, Murs

I miss you, where you been?

It’s been months and I haven’t heard from you, I need you

It’s been months and I haven’t heard from you, come back to me

Come back, I need you in my life

I miss you, I miss you, come back to me, I miss you

What’s up baby?

It’s been a while

You been good?

I’ve been around

different girls, different towns

To keep it real, you missing out

I’ll all bored, next city

Random cars, TEC’s with me

Like I miss you so much, have sex with me

Not right now, look you know I got the ex with me

She like fuck that, I don’t care Dom

So selfish and that really isn’t fair Dom

Meet me here, where Dom?

Get undressed, yeah Dom

Yeah Dom, what you need?

Some bomb head?

A bag of weed?

Good food?

Japanese?

That’s me on page forty in that magazine

«Dom Kennedy"you need that

She said nobody come close, I agreed back

I’m the nigga who used to help her pull that weed back

and she need me, believe that

That girl is smoking

and can you believe that I’m her focus?

It ain’t hard to see she got me open

and together, we are roller-coasting, on, on, on

What’s up love?

It’s been a while

You been good?

I’ve been around

Remember dinner dates I was late?

Mr. Chiles

Truant like a student, you the principal

Schooled me on timing, we was both shining

like the sun bouncing off the brightest blood diamond

I was Your Highness, you was my queen

You got over him when I got in between

Watching Martin on TV as it was T-D-S

for us to eat TV dinners every time we was famished

But it was such a pleasure to watch you try to hold it together

Every time I put the head in you would panic

and come right down like an avalanche

Make your legs slant, whisper till you juicing up your pants

Baby how that sound?

Kosher, no sir

Wake it back up, Folgers posters

By my waistline, shout for your hard hit

You called it a hate crime, say you want me back

and your girl wanna date Dom, that’s high school shit

4−0-1 K, we could be friends with benefits, you dig that?

I upped and walked out, now she crying cuz

She need me, I got that John Bryan love

Had to find love, we called it punch-drunk

We was a two-piece, she was a one-punch

You know, a knock-out, and if she was to walk out

my heart would go black, shrivel up and drop out

There we go again, what the fuck you talking bout?

We used to fuck all the time back at my momma’s house

Smoking beedies, laying on the futon

Memories I got saved up like a coupon

And we’d be too gone off a sack of stress weed

I was broke then, couldn’t count the best weed

Then she would just leave in a black hatchback

Homies from the hood used to ask me if I’d tapped that

I would say yep, smiling so freely

That was back then, but I bet she still need me

She need me, she need me

She need me, she need me

I would say yes, smiling so freely

That was back then, I bet she still need me