Not Coming Home - Matoma, JRM

Please don’t call my phone right now

'Cause I don’t wanna answer

I’m too busy drinkin' and I’m talking to this dancer

If I pick up I know all you wanna do is argue

I don’t, no, I don’t

Don’t know why you think you got me wrapped around your finger

Maybe it’s the cigarettes the limes and all the liquor

Girl I hate to say it if you thought that I would miss you

I don’t, no

I’m not coming home

Now

Don’t wait up too long

Now

Out here on my own

Now

I’m not coming home

I’m not coming home

Now

Don’t tell me to slow down

Order me one more

Round

'Cause I’m not coming home

I’m not coming home

Yeah

I’m not coming home

Yeah

They say that you don’t know what you got until it’s missin'

Girl I tried to hell you but you never fuckin' listen

You ain’t gettin' nowhere if you always burn your bridges

I don’t, no, I don’t

Why we even talkin' right now I don’t have the patience

All my friends are with me so I should be gettin' wasted

Who wants to spend all this time on pointless coversations

I don’t, no

I’m not coming home

Now

Don’t wait up too long

Now

Out here on my own

Now

I’m not coming home

I’m not coming home

Now

Don’t tell me to slow down

Order me one more

Round

'Cause I’m not coming home

I’m not coming home

Yeah

I’m not coming home

Yeah

I’m not coming home

Yeah

I’m not coming home

Yeah

I’m not coming home

Now

Don’t wait up too long

Now

Out here on my own

Now

I’m not coming home

I’m not coming home

Now

Don’t tell me to slow down

Order me one more

Round

'Cause I’m not coming home

I’m not coming home