Homiesexual

[Chorus: Daniel Caesar] Heard you found someone else To sleep next to you Homiesexual, but girl, I ain't judgin' I know you were sick of my shit Found yourself a bitch One that's celibate, but I know you're frontin' [Post-Chorus: Daniel Caesar] 'Cause I know you like it nasty Can't get that shit past me I'm grabbin' your throat But I really hope you're happy Miss that booty clapping Wish you were home [Verse 1: Daniel Caesar] Take time to reminisce I know that you're feelin' 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 (Notify you) Despite your efforts I'm gon' end up back beside you (Beside you) And you wouldn't have it any other way (Way) Yesterday, tomorrow, always [Chorus: Daniel Caesar] Heard you found someone else To sleep next to you Homiesexual, but girl, I ain't judgin' I know you were sick of my shit Found yourself a bitch One that's celibate, but I know you're frontin' [Post-Chorus: Daniel Caesar] 'Cause I know you like it nasty Can't get that shit past me I'm grabbin' your throat But I really hope you're happy Miss that booty clappin' Wish you were home [Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] Yeah, 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 Know you that caught me in some lies, oh well I'm not perfect, it's no worse than people in 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 they can never love you like I can, love you like I can Someone said they seen you with your new man Oh, I heard you found someone else [Chorus: Daniel Caesar, Ty Dolla $ign] Heard you found someone else (You found someone else) To sleep next to you (Oh, I heard, to sleep next to you) Homiesexual, but girl, I ain't judgin' (Yeah) 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 frontin' (I know you frontin') [Post-Chorus: Daniel Caesar, Ty Dolla $ign] 'Cause I know you like it nasty (Know you like it nasty) Can't get that shit past me (Past me) I'm grabbin' your throat (Ooh) But I really hope you're happy Miss that booty clappin' Wish you were home