A** Back Home (Get Yourself Back Home) [feat. Neon Hitch]

I don't know, where you're going Or when you're coming home I left the keys under the mat to our front door For one more chance to hold you close I don't know, where you're going Just get your ass back home We both knew this type of life didn't come with instructions So I'm trying to do my best to make something out of nothing And sometimes it gets downright shitty in fact When you call and I don't even know what city I'm at Or what day of the week in the middle of the month In a year I don't recall It's like my life's on repeat and the last time we spoke I told you I wouldn't be long, That was last November, now December's almost gone I'd apologize but I don't realize what I'm doing wrong I don't know, where you're going Or when you're coming home I left the keys under the mat to our front door For one more chance to hold you close I don't know, where you're going Just get your ass back home And you've been nothing but amazing And I never take that for granted Half of these birds would have flew the coop But you, you truly understand it And the fact you stood beside me, Every time you heard some bogusness You deserve a standing o 'cause they'd a just been over it Let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk, let 'em talk Like we don't hear what they saying Let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk, let 'em walk We'll just drive by and keep waving Cause you and I above all that Just let them wallow in it Now they all choked up, yuck Cause they be swallowing it I don't know, where you're going Or when you're coming home I left the keys under the mat to our front door For one more chance to hold you close I don't know, where you're going Just get your ass back home No one hold me down like you do sweetheart You keep doing that, I keep doing this We'll be alright in the end Trust that We put the us in trust, baby Aww, let's go I don't care what you're after As long as I'm the one, no I don't care why you're leaving You'll miss me when you're gone I don't know, where you're going Or when you're coming home I left the keys under the mat to our front door For one more chance to hold you close I don't know, where you're going Just get your ass back home.