Verse 1:

Where were you, you wanna riddle me that
I’m watching the kids while you were fiddling with the cat
That’s other tricks, I reminisce this
When there wasn’t stitches only kisses
On my cheeks, not your mistress, tch..
You wanna follow me, on Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter
But no apologies
Couldn’t stand you scatting with her that stuff bothered me
Yeah, I trusted you anyway but you can swallow me
I’m talking a big load
Off my chest you said you would take off but you didn’t though
I’m dying slow no joke
You poke fun somehow you couldn’t relate
There will be another bitch to set you straight
That chick is karma, don’t wanna do you harm but
I’d like to commit some disorderly conduct
For, hurting my soul, it’s taking it’s toll
I wonder if this is weighing on your conscious
A hard concept I know, I’m woke you’re losing consciousness
I’m something that you had
You just say my bad
You got in my head
Then I let you smash
Lost me that’s too bad
I’m taking my expectations elsewhere could you even do that
This is major pain
Drilling you like Major Payne
My pain’s major I don’t pop the pills to kill the pain
I opt to stay the same, won’t be bothered by the shame
I’ll be damned to be shackled by these chains
Lack of oxygen, burden’s on Mrs. Shane
Tell me how could I complain
I’m just tryna do my thing
Not twerking on a stage
Turn the page, don’t wanna speak to you again
Slaved by the rage, slain by the sage, weak is what I ain’t
I got daddy issues yet somehow I’ll maintain
You just ain’t the freaking same
Yeah you just a fucking lame
Don’t even trip baby boy the pleasure is mine
They say when God is running late he’s always right on time, goodbye
(Rihanna ft Justin Timberlake - Rehab)