Daniel Caesar and Ty Dolla $ign - Homiesexual

Heard you found someone else
To sleep next to you
Homiesexual, but girl, I ain't judging
I know you were sick of my shit
Found yourself a bitch
One that's celibate, but I know you fronting

'Cause I know you like it nasty
Can't get that shit past me
I'm grabbing your throat
But I really hope you're happy
Is that booty clapping?
Wish you were home

Take down and reminisce
I know that you're feeling it
You miss me a little bit
Blow me a little kiss
When you see me, please relieve me
I know you're bad, and, baby, then you know yourself
Flights to see me everywhere that doesn't help
So let me be the person that's gon' notify you ('fy you)
Despite your ever time, gon' end back beside you ('side you)
And you wouldn't have it any other way
Yesterday, tomorrow, always

Heard you found someone else
To sleep next to you
Homiesexual, but girl, I ain't judging
I know you were sick of my shit
Found yourself a bitch
One that's celibate, but I know you fronting

'Cause I know you like it nasty
Can't get that shit past me
I'm grabbing your throat
But I really hope you're happy
Is that booty clapping?
Wish you were home

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? Never meant to make you cry, my girl
I know you caught me in some lies, oh well
I'm not perfect, it' some worser than people in the churches
We ain't gotta do that back and forth with each other like a Verzuz
'Cause it is what it is, and it ain't what it ain't
And they can never love you like I can, hey
Love you like I can, someone said they seen you with your new man
Oh, I heard you found someone else

Heard you found someone else (oh, I heard)
To sleep next to you, yeah
Homiesexual, but 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 fronting

'Cause I know you like it nasty
Can't get that shit past me
I'm grabbing your throat
But I really hope you're happy
Is that booty clapping?
Wish you were home

Written by:
Ashton Dumar Simmonds, Dylan Wiggins, Jordan DC Evans, Matthew Raymond Burnett, Tyrone Griffin, Zachary Simmonds

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