Come Through Lyrics

Song Title:Come Through Lyrics
Singer:H.E.R, Chris Brown
Music Composer:H.E.R
Lyricist:H.E.R

Come Through 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 never leave
I don’t go out much

But you should come through tonight
I’m chilling on the Westside, boo
Call my homegirl, tell your best friend
You can slide through on the low, a remote location
I don’t want them see me gettin’ faded
You should come through tonight
I only kick it with a tight crew
They won’t tell, ’cause they tryna live they best life too
On the low, on my own, I be wavy
Hit mе on my phone, I’ll be waitin’, yeah-yеah

Lookin’ at you cry, goin’ 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
Tryin’ hard, I been tryin’ hard to breathe
Inhale, exhale, you expel what you been doin’ 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 homegirl, tell your best friend
You can slide through on the low, a remote location
I don’t want them see me gettin’ faded
You should come through tonight
I only kick it with a tight crew
They won’t tell, ’cause they tryna live they best life too
On the low, on my own, I be wavy
Hit me on my phone, I’ll be waiting

I ain’t really tryna spend no time
In the house, if you ask me how I’m feeling
I say “yes” to goin’ out tonight
Oh, I ain’t did that in a minute
Called it off, oh, I called it off for you
You always goin’ on and on
Askin’ 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 homegirl, tell your best friend
You can slide through on the low, a remote location
I don’t want them see me gettin’ faded
You should come through tonight
I only kick it with a tight crew
They won’t tell, ’cause they tryna live they best life too
On the low, on my own, I be wavy
Hit me on my phone, I’ll be waiting

Waitin’, oh
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 waitin’, yeah
Hitting me, alone, ah-yeah-yeah
Give me a call, ooh-yeah-yeah
Give me a call, yeah