[Intro: Dida]

Ms. Issues
Ms. Issues

[Verse 1: Dida]

Up. Down
Head still spinning around
You're provoking me, hanging with them
I swear to god, I'mma knock 'em down
Talking shit. It don't smell like roses
You had sworn you'd put it down
4 G's spent on you. That's breakfast
But somehow that shit could count
10 up north and boy, she knows it
Heard she murder word of mouth
10 down south, so I call her Texas
But that's french coming out her mouth
She has problems. She has issues
Ooh. She's really something else
She feels down, now who to blame?
Like you ain't brought that one yourself
Everybody got some. It don't make no excuse for you
To blend that whole Moroccan with them hoodrat-looking oxen
Too many other options
Now, word out on the street
You're riding anybody's shotgun
Heard that everybody got some
[Hook: Jessie Ware]

I've been having the strangest feeling
That you walked out on my one evening
Walk the plank and meet the sharks
Let them cut and eat my heart

[Verse 2: Dida]

Left. Right
Tell me this is not you're fight
When you know you want me back
-That's what my oldest chicken yap
Her emotions going overtop
Threw it out, way too hot
And baby had a throw on her
You could not get at overstock
Thinking I should go ahead
Implanted in my forehead
By my old head, he a grey hair
But he smart 'though, so I stay hid
She talks fast, she jaded
She fucked up, she faded
She drank all of that J.D
To the point she's sounding all brain-dead
I can't fuck with you like the rest of them dudes
That's stuck in your head
I've got substitutes in my bed
In their birthday suits and some threads
Swinging from their hips like they was walking for that Vicky Hush
I told her listen baby, this is us