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Her - Come Through Feat Chris Brown Lyrics

Almost missed my flight today
I look good, even though I feel shitty
I just got back out this way
You already got plans for the city
Call 'em off, could you call 'em off for me?
You're always going on and on
Got it all, ask me why I'll never leave
I don't go out much

But you should come through tonight
I'm chilling on the Westside, boo
Call my home girl, tell your best friend he could slide too
On the low, a remote location
I don't want them seein' me getting faded
You should come through tonight
I only kick it with a tight crew
They won't tell, 'cause they tryna live their best life too
On the low, on my own, I'll be wavy
Hit me on my phone, I'll be waiting
Yeah, yeah

Looking at you cry, going crazy
If I could, I would take the pain away
I don't see that smile I made
You already made plans that ain't with me
Trying hard, I been trying hard to breathe
Inhale, exhale, you expel what you been doing to me
Fighting it off, you been fighting me off for weeks
Don't leave, 'cause I need ya

But you should come through tonight
I'm chilling on the Westside, boo
Call my home girl, tell your best friend he could slide too
On the low, a remote location
I don't want them seein' me getting faded
You should come through tonight, yeah
I only kick it with a tight crew
They won't tell, 'cause they tryna live their best life too
On the low, on my own, I'll be wavy
Hit me on my phone, I'll be waiting
Yeah, yeah

I ain't really tryna spend no time
In the house, if you ask me how I'm feeling
I said yes to going out tonight
Oh, I ain't did that in a minute
Called it off, oh, I called it off for you
You're always going on and on
Ask me why, oh, why I'm not with you
I don't go out much

But you should come through tonight
I'm chilling on the Westside, boo
Call my home girl, tell your best friend he could slide too
On the low, a remote location
I don't want them seein' me getting faded
You should come through tonight
I only kick it with a tight crew
They won't tell, 'cause they tryna live their best life too
On the low, on my own, I'll be wavy
Hit me on my phone, I'll be waiting (yeah)
Yeah, yeah

Waiting, uh
Hit me on my phone, I'll be waiting, waiting
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Hit me on my phone, hit me on my phone, yeah
Ooh, I'll be waiting, yeah
Hitting me, alone, oh, yeah, yeah
Give me a call, oh, yeah, yeah
Give me a call, yeah