Back Home Lyrics

(Ho-ome)
(Crawl home)

You gonna be sorry that you left me alone
(You're going to be sorry)
Packed your bags and now you gone
(You're going to be sorry)
Tried ev'rything to get along with you
(You're going to be sorry)
I tried ev'ry little thing I knew how to do
(You're going to be sorry)
You don't love me, don't love me no mo'
Was that the reason why you wanna go-ooh
Back home?
(Go-ooh) back home

Told you baby that I will roam
(You're going to be sorry)
But all you could say was
You wanted to go home
(You're going to be sorry)
You know baby that I love you so
(You're going to be sorry)
Ain't no way that I can let you go
(You're going to be sorry)
You don't love me, that I know
A-that's the reason why you wanna
Go back ho-oome (back home)
Yea-ah! (go back crawlin')
(Crawl, back home)

*
Tell her!
Drive off in yo' droptop
She's bout to pack up, your trunk now
She's going to pack all, your clothes up
You better lock up, your droptop

You got to walk back, to yo' bus stop
She got the droptop, you got a bus stop
You got to lock up, your droptop
She's packin' her trunk, in your droptop

Give up, you messed up, she got the droptop
Give up, you messed up, you let it go, so
You pack the trunk up, she's at a bus stop
You pack the trunk up, she got her droptop

*

Tell her!
My own fault, you stole my droptop
You bout to drop by, to my bus stop
You bout to drive by, to my bus stop
You bout to walk back, to the bus stop

You got to walk back to the bus stop
You got to walk back to the bus stop Too bad you walked out, to the bus stop
Too bad you walked out, with the droptop

You bet you messed up, you better come back
You got to walk back, to that bus stop
She packed your trunks up, she's so f*cked up
She packed your trunks up, she's so f*cked up

*

Tell her!
You're f*cked, so f*cked up
You bout to f*ck up, she's so f*cked up
You going to f*ck up, she's so f*cked up
You bout to f*ck up, with my droptop

You got to walk out, cause you're f*cked up
You got to walk now, cause you f*cked up
You got to walk out, cause you're f*cked up
You bout to mess up, cause you're f*cked up

Too bad you messed up, cause you're f*cked up
You got the the droptop, cause you're f*cked up
Too bad your luck's up, with my droptop
Too bad your luck's up, she's so f*cked up

Took ya downtown just the other day
(You're going to be sorry)
People begin to crowd around and say
'You're going to be sorry'
You don't love me, love me, no mo'
(You're going to be sorry)
That the reason why you wanna go
(You're going to be sorry)
You don't love me, love me no mo'
But 'at a reason why you wanna go
Back ho-ome, back home

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

(Craa-awl) back home

(Too-bad-you-f*cked-up, she-f*cked-up-now)
(Too-bad-you-walked-off, you-re so-f*cked-up).

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*Three different lines sung for each line of the chorus.
By three vocalist or dubbed. These lines are practically
Disguised by the instruments and the shoo-bop do-wop
Sounds, yet amazingly audible with headphone listening.
Great beat, of course by the master, Mr. Bo Diddley!

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