[Intro: Illmac]
Check your voicemail, ho
You can point that finger at me, that's OK
You don't really love me, but that's OK
That's OK

[Hook: Illmac]
You can point that finger at me
You can blame and judge me, and that's OK
That's OK, that's OK
But you don't really love me like you think you love me
I can feel it, and that's OK
That's OK
I can feel it
That's OK

[Verse 1: Illmac]
1 AM, take a spin
Push a Camry, wonder why the fuck it ain't a Benz
Found a message in a bottle bathing in this Jameson
Walk a mile in my shoes
The box they came in is my ATM
2 AM, phone buzzin'
I got it on my own, so I don't owe nothin'
Watch the vultures circle, see them hoes comin'
They tell me I got trust issues, but I don't trust 'em
[Hook: Illmac]
You can point that finger at me
You can blame and judge me, and that's OK
That's OK, that's OK
But you don't really love me like you think you love me
I can feel it, and that's OK
That's OK
I can feel it
That's OK

[Verse 2: Illmac]
3 AM, smoke and drink
4 AM, load the beat
Go to sleep, uh
Life's a song, no repeat
So to speak
Head spinnin'
I can feel the planets' orbit
You try to buy my love, but you can't afford it
Said I'm always talking in my sleep
I asked if she remembered what I say
She say, "You told me that you're living out a dream
So you can never tell when you're awake."
Damn

[Pre Chorus: Illmac]
You can point that finger at me, that's OK
That's OK, that's OK
You don't really love me, but that's OK
That's OK, that's OK
[Hook: Illmac]
You can point that finger at me
You can blame and judge me, and that's OK
That's OK, that's OK
But you don't really love me like you think you love me
I can feel it, and that's OK
That's OK
I can feel it
That's OK

[Verse 3: Illmac]
Right
5 AM, future bright for me
Can't afford to dream rich and spend my time poorly
Women ride for me
Demons write for me
Devil on my shoulder, telling his life story
Head spinnin', planets' orbit
Gave you time when you were asking for it
Tried to sell your soul, but you can't afford it
I don't trust 'em, I've been hustlin'
Trying to function off of substance
Pack my luggage, I got baggage
You can blame, you saw that comin'

[Bridge: Illmac]
Saw that comin', saw that comin'
You can point the finger at me, that's OK
That's OK, that's OK
Saw that comin', saw that comin'
You don't really love me, but that's OK
Saw that comin', that's OK
Saw that comin', that's OK
[Pre Chours: Illmac]
You can point that finger at me, that's OK
You don't really love me, but that's OK
That's OK

[Hook: Illmac]
You can point that finger at me
You can blame and judge me, and that's OK
That's OK, that's OK
But you don't really love me like you think you love me
I can feel it, and that's OK
That's OK
I can feel it
That's OK

[Outro: Illmac]
You can point the finger at me, that's OK
You don't really love me, but that's OK
That's OK, that's OK