Look god damn she always tripping and I dont understand it. Like I ain't kissing ass I don't care if you a bad bitch
If you can't see the problem, you gonna need some glasses. Like How am i supposed to fix it, I can't do no magic
Asked for the most and she put in the least, it's like she asked for the world and I gave her the streets
It's like im tired of you nagging. I was good doing me. Why can't we keep it old fashion and do it lowkey
But dont get me wrong I love everything we had, wrote you a couple songs, but this gonna be the last
Now I sit up on my own just thinking about you, blowing up my phone, girl what we gunna do
Well I rest it all and i feel the pain too. but you ain't the same and you just ain't you
So i pack my shit, I got to make moves
Cause you ain't the same and you just ain't you