Back To Me (Krept Solo)

I know times been tough
I know you been lonely
I know things get hard for you sometimes
When I'm on the road
And you're home alone
I wish I could make the stars align
And bring you back to me, back to me
And bring you back to me, back to me, back to me
Back to me, I wish I could bring you right back to me
Bring you back to me

Yeah
Tally
Nigga say they got me, how so?
My bro stay with the iron, man Gwyneth Paltrow
Lemme talk shit on this outro, please
I feel like Al Khabib
They started off well, but they're now fatigued
I still spray nice like the house of Creed
I heard a couple nigga plotting, will they chance the risk?
They're still waiting for the drop like the Carter 6

Oh, she need some money for some larger lips
Assist you with that BBL, I'm an ass-assist
Rashford told me link him Amazónico (yes)
I'll be with your girlfriend, you don't wanna know
Nigga keep on talking like they got it though
But their numbers ain't matching like a domino
And we just got the bag out in Kosovo
They didn't make the honor roll
My bro scored a point in Streatham, I guess we got some common goals
Nigga, I'm on fire, stop, drop and roll

Nigga, we ain't in to all the poppy shows
Cah we'll make a scene with the four, we call that Holly Oaks
Baby girl, you're rolling with the set though
So don't worry 'bout no dress code
Just live and let go
We up until the morning, double the espresso
Oh, you wanna keep on going double amaretto
S.O., she popping pills at Más Tiempo
Confirm the bag with Tesco, written in my manifesto
Then I make this money with my daughter, then it's back to Lego

Made it out the ghetto, well, I guess so
Had a chat with Bello, offered him a mill for a deal
He turned that down, and said no
Look how far we come as a collective, you gotta respect it
Cah two years prior, got him a deal for a little ten quid
Now the man dem turning down millions, this is brilliant
We really 'bout to be some rich senior citizens
Set up a trust fund for my daughter so she got funding
You can say she's the only one I'll put my trust in
Nothing into something

Why you think I'm hustling?
Hand in her bags like there stopping her at customs
Tryna get rich as hell, eating out in Isabelle
Ordering all kinds of fish cah we're eating on a different scale
I can take my pick of girls
We don't do no kiss and tell
Dropping money on the water like a wishing well
We crashed through door, and I'm thankful of course
I'm giving thanks to the Lord, and giving thanks for support
I'm running out of space for all these plaques and awards

I need a round of applause
Free my nigga Femz, he's been in jail since like 2010
He's been in jail more than on the road, I gotta check on them
They just freed SMN, they been gone since MSN
So tell a friend to tell a friend my lifers are home
Most their life been spent behind these doors
Like Hov's album, why you think I want them free? (Free)
So it's "free you" 'til it's backwards, and they let you go (trust me)
Hold your head, my bro

I know times been tough
I know you been lonely
I know things get hard for you sometimes
When I'm on the road
And you're home alone
I wish I could make the stars align