Blame It on My Youth

Running, running, running
 You got me running home
 You got me running home Switch you a text like i land that A
 I get in at 8: 30 but i know that you'll be late
 Girl the LA airs dirty but you smell like [?]
 And my feelings all game like kiss upon her cheek
 Like ah shit, i always mean what i say
 I promise, we'll be together one day
 Its my girl, or my lady friend
 My number 1, [?]
 I gotta get while i got it, i ain't got it thats the problem
 Gotta finish what i started but too often i get caught up
 As she, [?] blowing smoke she one of them
 'Cept the smoke she blowing trees like the logo on her [?]
 When i, pack all my feeling in a duffel, board a plane
 Rock a couple shows and see some girls about the state
 My, my ladies home, pray to god that she will stay
 Sent a text the other day like god damn i miss my babe
 But, I'm coming home, coming out of my youth
 Double texting the right time i fly through
 And next time i land swear to god i'll tell the truth
 I can't expect you too wait and not wait on you
 Too come home
 Running, running
 You got me running home
 You got me running home Spoke upon the phone, swear to god to tell the truth
 Only smoke when I'm at home, only home when I'm with you
 And i ain't been high in like way too long
 My friends all say might be time to move on
 But you the one baby, time to put it in a verse
 You the one baby, got no other [?]
 Just got of the plane and you claim that i did wrong
 Jerry and elaine how we living like a sitcom
 I promise, we'll be together one day
 Say you trust me but don't trust what i say
 Like ah shit, now I'm 'bout to graduate
 I'm coming home, and paying back loans
 To turn the friend zone, to the end zone
 I do a touchdown dance when i head home
 And i know i fucked up when i left you all alone
 I know I'm far away but never further than a phone
 Coming home
 Running, running, running
 You got me running home
 You got me running home