S-s-s-s-soft pillow with a dildo Since you out fucking on a real hoe Got 20 bitches entertaining you Like cheerleaders at a field show I'on give a fuck cause you cheated once And you must think I'ma still let you Call after call when I'm with you Let me guess dude, it's a bill collector? Yeah, yeah, yeah same excuse Damn boy, how lame is you? This that shit that anger do Cause you let hoes hang with you Everytime I try to talk to you is like all you do is start hollering You got me walking on eggshells everyday like this Halloween What if it's not meant, all that time we spent Do it all vanish? How do men find a way to call them all bae How they even manage? Now you tryna take advantage Since you realize that you all I got Help me understand how you never call But you tryna call the shots? Want you by me, don't gotta buy me Be with me all the time like an Id Something telling me you got a side piece And thinkin' I'm a let it slide B (That's dead) Fuck naw, matter fact, fuck y'all I'd rather get my foot sawed If this the pain that love cause
This whole thing so awkward (I swear) I'm irritated don't bother (I swear) Comin' home after doing wrong With another story like a author Probably got a son and a daughter (On the low) Cause trusting you getting harder (Gotta go) Say your phone dead every time I call But you left out with your charger
This whole thing so awkward (I swear) I'm irritated don't bother (I swear) Comin' home after doing wrong With another story like an author Probably got a son and a daughter (On the low) Cause trusting you getting harder (Gotta go) Say your phone dead every time I call But you left out with yo charger
I stand by the truth like a pulpit I deserve much better than this bullshit I don't know what made you think you could pull this We gotta fix a lot of shit with a tool kit Really shawty, you a busy body and you always on the go Just wanted it to be me and you like we was about to elope We splitting, cause you don't get it You cappin' harder than a fitted Got caught you almost shitted Hurry up and leave my digits I treated you like royalty Couldn't even get no loyalty Got me then you stop spoiling me Starting to feel like you torture me If you into me, show me chemistry I'm a fuck around and think you spinnin' me A ex-nigga is what you finna be I ain't showing you no sympathy I'm back off you mad soft How you treat women like this? It's really sad how you act mad But ain't got the right to be pissed I'm always second best I shouldn't have to second guess I'm a toss yo ass to the next bitch And tell her "psst, psst go fetch" (Bitch) Need me a nigga who gone try his hardest Paint you the picture since, yes I'm a artist If you can't be here when shit gets the darkest Get to the side like a cop when I park it
This whole thing so awkward (I swear) I'm irritated don't bother (I swear) Comin' home after doing wrong With another story like an author Probably got a son and a daughter (On the low) Cause trusting you getting harder (Gotta go) Say your phone dead every time I call But you left out with your charger
This whole thing so awkward (I swear) I'm irritated don't bother (I swear) Comin' home after doing wrong With another story like an author Probably got a son and a daughter (On the low) Cause trusting you getting harder (Gotta go) Say your phone dead every time I call But you left out with your charger
Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) ECAD: Obra #43548332