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Daniel Caesar - Homiesexual Lyrics

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're 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
Miss that booty clapping
Wish you were home

Take time to reminisce
I know that you're feeling 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 inside 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're 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
Miss that booty clapping
Wish you were home

Yeah, you found someone else
Still ain't even found 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
I know you that caught me in some lies oh girl
I'm not perfect
It's so much the people in churches
We ain't gotta do the back and forth with each other like a versus
'Cause it is what it is
It ain't what it ain't
And I can never love you, like I can't
Love you like I can't
Someone said they seen you with your new man

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 (know you were 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
Miss that booty clapping
Wish you were home