Preparing For HOMEcoming

I met her when I was a shy nineteen years, old
And what I loved most, she had so much soul
Whenever we spoke, niggas could see how I glow
I never smiled before her, and both us know
But I was too into my own ways of thinking
I'm pretty sure she was didn't understand that evening
Like maybe her boyfriend was drinking
Knowing I smoke, but not downing three whole bottles, no blinking
I guess her mindset was too old for me
And I was just wasn't fond of letting her grow on me
Could let her grab a hold of me
Settling down doesn't feel right yet, maybe I was just wanting to be lonely

Man... fuck this.