Lyrics

Fresh out the session, a missed call and two texts, let me hit you back when I finish
I know I'm inconsistent, But shit, give me a minute
Yea, aye
I be looking for validation in the wrong places
Shit goes bad, I'm stale faced, should've stayed patient
My pet peeve is time wasted, now my feelings in prison, your honor how much time I'm facing
Exactly why the fuck I be closed off, these hoes'll rock you to sleep, I'm mad I dosed off
They say you shouldn't cut your nose to spite your face, but fuck that
I'm deleting every trace
Unfollowed on ig and I'm unlikin all the pictures
Hope yo ass forget everytime I was wit ya, I even blocked her sister
Petty White
But can I really be mad, treated me like what you wish that you had
I bet if told ya **** conversations we had
Like how you fuck him as a choir, he'd really be sad
Said I'm the best you ever had, but shit, let's be honest
I'm just the first to fuck you good, its really all about timing
Watching you pack up your shit to leave and run to this **** sleeves
When just last month I had to tell you how to breathe
The nerve of a therapist saying this what you need, get that bitch fired for malpractice
I'm not saying I'm perfect, i'm just saying it's worth it
You keep saying you lost, you tryna find your purpose
To me that sound like a thot, there go another shot at love, just to get it blocked
Then **** wonder why I get colder than concrete
Cause it's a lot of pain that I'm holding inside me
Fuck the small talk, baby let me clap cheeks
Then send her disloyal ass, first class straight to the backstreets
Asking me advice about your man, tryna get me involved
Knowing I ain't really give a fuck, not really at all
It's never on purpose, always work when I'm missin ya calls
Guess I'll see you again, next time you want me in walls, aye
Written by: Bobby James, Jr. Joshua Pope, Skeyez
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