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I Miss The City - Jae Stephens
Lyrics by:Dallas Caton/Jae Stephens/Uzoechi Emenike
Composed by:Dallas Caton/Jae Stephens/Uzoechi Emenike
Produced by:Dallas Caton
9 PM we ain't making any plans
Laying on your couch again
It's like you only want me here for you
But what about my friends?
You hate to see me out with them
'Cause they bring out the side of me
You try to make me forget oh
You knew what it was that night in the club
That's where you found me ain't it?
I couldn't be cuffed I thought I was down
But now my feelings changing
You're sick of my mouth I'm sick of the house
And my damn phone keeps ringing
It's calling it's calling
It's calling it's calling ooh
I miss the city when it's late at night
Sitting pretty I should be outside
I'm sick of feeling like my hands are tied
Baby all I do
Is pretend that this is for me
When I know it ain't the truth
I miss the city so I guess I'm going going
With or without you
You wanna tell me what to do tell me what to wear
You won't even let me let down my hair
You're never in the mood to take me anywhere
And it ain't really fair
I don't mean to be demanding
But you're moving way too Kansas
I'm afraid you're 'bout to lose me to the streets
Ooh oh
You knew what it was that night in the club
Can I be honest?
Lately
It's calling it's calling
It's calling it's calling ooh
I miss the city when it's late at night
Sitting pretty I should be outside
I'm sick of feeling like my hands are tied
Baby all I do
Is pretend that this is for me
When I know it ain't the truth
I miss the city so I guess I'm going going
With or without you
I swear I really tried to be a good girl
A good girl for ya
I didn't wanna lie because the truth hurts
It might hurt for ya
So don't call me tonight
Because I'm outside and I might ignore ya
'Cause I ain't coming home leave a message at the tone
I wanna be a good girl good girl for ya
But I can't
I wanna be a good girl good girl for ya
But I can't
I wanna be a good girl a good girl for ya
But I can't
Ooh ah
I miss the city when it's late at night
Sitting pretty I should be outside
I'm sick of feeling like my hands are tied
Baby all I do
Is pretend that this is for me
When I know it ain't the truth
I miss the city so I guess I'm going going
With or without you