[Intro: Giveon]
See you in the city looking all pretty
But I pretend you don't make sense
See you in the city looking all pretty
But I pretend you don't make sense
Delete your number, damn I wish I had it right by now
Delete your number girl
Michaels on the Track
Ali

[Verse 1: Z1]
Say
Ion like yo South Kentucky drawl
Now I got my back against the wall
Now we talking "really is that all?''
Now we talking "really did you call?"
Always frontin' never got my back
Always tripping laces ain't attached
Great performance loving how you act
We ain't talking, you just answer back
I be guessing whеre the fuck you at
I be strеssing cus I know it's bad
I be stressing cus, you like to ghost
You don't pick up calls, I give you my all
You ain't give it back, not even half
I don't understand, like where is you at?
Like where is you, I guess from your posts
Cause you never told
Guess I'm a keeper cause you claiming goals
Keep me a secret so nobody knows
Nobody knows not even the hoes
Not even your friends, no matter how close
Not even your mama
I used to call her Sundays bout the drama
I never lied I was keeping it honest
Seems like you were feeding me nonsense
I ate it up
I was gripping your thighs
You was gripping my mind
We used to talk all thru the night
Left me here broke, always together but now we alone
I might quit this shit and just go
Might just hit that spliff and lay low
Alright
[Outro]
I'm just really lost right now, like n***a what?
How do you always demanding excellence when you out here being basic
I just be wondering if the destination of this relationship is really worth you driving me insane