Tyga Ft. Chris Brown - For The Road ⟶

"You packing light?" Tyga’s voice was low, almost amused. He leaned against the doorframe, gold chains catching the dim light. "Or you taking the whole closet?"

He stepped closer. Too close. His hand reached out, fingers brushing the strap of her suitcase. "You know how this life is. Cameras, clubs, groupies. It don't mean nothing. You're the one I come home to."

The front door clicked.