Tyga Ft. Chris Brown: - For The Road

"You come home to an empty bed half the time," she shot back. "And the other half, you're gone before sunrise. I'm tired of being the girl you call when the party ends."

Tyga stood alone in the apartment, the silence roaring louder than any arena crowd. He picked up his phone. Scrolled to her name. Typed: "Come back. Let's talk."

For a moment, something real cracked through his cool. Chris Brown’s voice echoed in her head—not literally, but the melody of the song they had made together. Tyga had written it for her. For the Road. She remembered the night he played her the demo, just guitar and his raw voice. He said it was their anthem. Tyga ft. Chris Brown - For The Road

At the doorway, she paused. Without turning, she said, "One day, you're gonna wake up and realize the road is empty. And no one's waiting at the end of it."

The elevator doors opened. She stepped inside. "You come home to an empty bed half the time," she shot back

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."

"I love you," he said. Simple. No smirk this time. He picked up his phone

"I'm taking what's mine," she said flatly. "Which, I realized, isn't much."