Text1.ru Daniel Caesar & Ty Dolla $ign - Homiesexual

Heard you found someone else
To sleep next to you
Homiesexual but, girl, I ain't judging
I know you were sick of my shit
Found yourself a bitch
One that's celibate, but I know you're fronting
'Cause I know you like it nasty
Can't get that shit past me, I'm grabbing your throat
But I really hope you're happy
Miss that booty clapping, wish you were home
Take down the remedies
I know that you're feeling it
You miss me a little bit
Blow me a little kiss
When you see me, please believe me
I know you better maybe than you know yourself
Plus you see me everywhere, that doesn't help
So let me be the person that's gon' notify you
Despite your efforts, I'm gon' end up back inside you
And you wouldn't have it any other way
Yesterday, tomorrow, always
Heard you found someone else
To sleep next to you
Homiesexual but, girl, I ain't judging
I know you were sick of my shit
Found yourself a bitch
One that's celibate, but I know you're fronting
'Cause I know you like it nasty
Can't get that shit past me, I'm grabbing your throat
But I really hope you're happy
Miss that booty clapping, wish you were home
Heard you found someone else
Still ain't even find yourself
Sitting in my hotel
Just scrolling and I noticed that your page on private
Why you hide yourself?
Why, my girl? I never meant to make you cry, my girl
I know you that caught me in some lies, oh well
I'm not perfect, it's no worse than people in the churches
We ain't gotta do the back and forth with each other like a versus
'Cause it is what it is
And it ain't what it ain't
And I can never love you like I can't
Love you like I can't
Someone said they seen you with your new man
No, I heard you found someone else
Heard you found someone else
Oh, I heard, to sleep next to you
To sleep next to you
Homiesexual but, girl, I ain't judging
Girl, I ain't judging
I know you were sick of my shit
Sick of my
Found yourself a bitch
Found yourself
One that's celibate, but I know you're fronting
'Cause I know you like it nasty
Can't get that shit past me, I'm grabbing your throat
But I really hope you're happy
Miss that booty clapping, wish you were home