[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
I'm sick of bein' tired, I'm done playin' house with her
Can't see me out with her, went a different route with her
I just emptied out the bank, what is the amount? Uh
What is she about? Uh, cancel my accounts with her
And I'm tired of bein' singled out, but
Maybe bein' single out is what I'm needin' now, uh
I'm too quick to beat around the bush when we go out, uh
Think I'd rather be around her than be without her
Be without her, me no rebound her
But I'm feelin' burned out, in the spot, turnt out
And I'm speakin' slurrеd, havin' trouble gettin' my words out
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[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
That's right, I, that's right, I
That's right, I know just what you doing, girl
Said I was doin' it first, did he put you in first whenever you flew in, girl?
I'm finna slide to Houston, I'm no Texan, but I'm ballin' and I'm playin' with that precision
I didn't come here to argue 'bout what you did, what you didn't
Oh, no, it's written all over your face
And girl, I know, you feel like time is wasted (Yeah), and I
Know it's wack, uh, that I'm crawlin' back, huh (Crawlin' back)
Told me back up, but who gon' pick my slack up?
And it won't be him, no way, go tell him get his racks up
It ain't 'bout the bread, huh? Least that's what you said, huh
We been tryna resurrect, shit been feelin' dead, huh
Think we need to recollect, ain't no second guessin' that
Ain't no pleasant way to say this, bae, I'm feelin' burned out
Need to get the urns out, ashes gone past us
Mad I got no last wish, stuck inside the past tense
I'm way past tense, need more than relaxin', what's hannin'?
[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Man, she know she the one for me and I know she the one too (One too)
When walls start to closin' in, you the one I run to
'Cause you my number one boo, can't let 'em get my fine shit (Fine shit)
When they ask you who you with, just tell 'em that you mine, shit
She be ridin' shotgun (Shotgun), lookin' good doin' it
I treat her right and keep it a hundred so I don't ruin it (Other)
Other cats pursuin' it, so-sorry bro, she taken
'Cause we make a perfect match, she got the cake and I be bakin'
Every mornin' that I'm wakin', and every night, I lay it down
She right there with me, thick and thin, 'cause 'bout me, she don't play around ('Round)
See her, she got a trill one (Trill one), me, I got a baddie (Baddie)
So girl, go on and jump your pretty ass up in this Caddy, let's go

[Outro: Bun B]
She know she the one for me, and I know she the—
One too (One too)