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Sangtekst: Coko. Try-Na Come Home.

Oh, ooh, whoa
Yeah, yeah

Word is that I was tripping
You're looking so fly, dripping
Those loafers I bought you last week
You know the one's, green, suede Gucci

Got off of work early one day
Went to the mall to get a shirt to match your suede
But when I pulled into the driveway
You was hearing her shout and looking my way, babe

Why you keep tryna to come home
When you know you got another girl that you want
And you keep blowing up my cellular phone
Tryna to come home, home

Caught you on my caller id
So that girl's the one you chose over me
Why you keep blowing up my cellular phone
You're tryna to come home, home

You must have thought just maybe
Trying to be lying doing Eddie Murphy
But I saw you one minute, and I saw her one minute
You was lip locked one minute, could it be?

And I guess it wasn't you who spent the time with me
And I guess it wasn't you who had them set of keys
And it damn sure wasn't you, trying to get up on me
Seven days a week believe me it's not easy

Why you keep tryna come home
When you know you got another girl that you want
And you keep blowing up my cellular phone
Tryna to come home, home

Caught you on my caller id
So remember so you can chase after me
Why you keep blowing up my cellular phone
You're tryna come home, home

You can tell me what you want
Just pack your things and get it up
Don't make me call the fuzz and make complaints
I'll make you wish and you would shrink

You can tell me what you want
Just pack your things and get it up
You can go back to your ways
And leave me here, you'll get replaced

Why you keep tryna come home
When you know you got another girl that you want
And you keep blowing up my cellular phone
Tryna come home, home

Caught you on my caller id
So that girl's the one you chose over me
Why you keep blowing up my cellular phone
You're tryna come home, home

Why you keep tryna come home
When you know you got another girl that you want
And you keep blowing up my cellular phone
Trying to come home, home

Caught you on my caller id
So remember so you can chase after me
Why you keep blowing up my cellular phone
You're tryna to come home, home