Come Back Home - Screwed & Chopped

You was my girlfriend's best friend
 We met in High school
 Back when life was just a thing to get high to
 We kept in touch
 And became close friends
 Being lovers
 Was something we decided against
 A lot of your boyfriend's didn't understand us
 And a lot of my girlfriend's thought for sure we had crushed
 But we kept it pure
 So our love won't end
 And I cried tears of joy as I stood at your wedding
 You seemed so happy
 And your man seemed straight
 The only thing I hated was you moved out of state
 But it didn't take long
 Before I started to tell that something was wrong
 Girl
 I know you too well
 I'm talking to my home girl on the phone
 Try'na tell her that really needs to come back home
 She found out her dude like beating her down
 Let me put you on a plane back to H-town
 Listen mamacita
 You deserve a life
 Full of love and attention
 You're the perfect wife
 It makes my blood boil
 'Cause you're honest and loyal
 And your man is only good to fertilize the soil
 I try to give you advice
 Baby come to Houston
 But advice is useless
 Unless you use it
 The last time I saw you
 Your arms had bruises
 And really the truth is
 Everyone uses
 I don't judge dude
 I put my trust in above
 It's not his fault he wasn't taught how to love
 When he gets it together
 Maybe ya'll can get back
 But for now
 You shouldn't have to suffer like that
 I'm talking to my home girl on the phone
 Try'na tell her that really needs to come back home
 She found out her dude like beating her down
 Let me put you on a plane back to H-town
 You could call me on my cell
 At the oddest of hours
 And I would listen to descriptions of the life of a coward
 I just wanted to hold you
 And keep you warm
 But that was something you would hate to decide on your own
 I'm your shoulder to cry on
 Every time you need it
 I can take you to water
 But only you can drink it
 'Cause if you let him treat you like a piece of trash
 Then really you're convincing him
 That that's what he has
 Don't settle for less
 You're entitled to happiness
 I know you have a son
 You don't want to be daddy-less
 But tell me the truth
 Is it better to split?
 Or having baby getting taught to treat women like shit?
 I'm talking to my home girl on the phone
 Try'na tell her that really needs to come back home
 She found out her dude like beating her down
 Let me put you on a plane back to H-tow