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[Verse 1]

S-s-s-s-soft pillow with a dildo

Since you out fucking on a real hoe

Got 20 bitches entertaining you

Like cheerleaders at a field show

I'on give a fuck cause you cheated once

And you must think I’ma still let you

Call after call when I'm with you

Let me guess dude, it’s a bill collector?

Yeah, yeah, yeah same excuse

Damn boy, how lame is you?

This that shit that anger do

Cause you let hoes hang with you

Everytime I try to talk to you is like all you do is start hollering

You got me walking on eggshells everyday like this Halloween

What if it’s not meant, all that time we spent

Do it all vanish?

How do men find a way to call them all bae

How they even manage?

Now you tryna take advantage

Since you realize that you all I got

Help me understand how you never call

But you tryna call the shots?

Want you by me , don’t gotta buy me

Be with me all the time like an ID

Something telling me you got a side piece

And thinkin’ I’m a let it slide B (That's dead)

Fuck naw, matter fact, fuck y’all

I’d rather get my foot sawed

If this the pain that love cause

[Chorus]

This whole thing so awkward (I swear)

I’m irritated don’t bother (I swear)

Comin’ home after doing wrong

With another story like a author

Probably got a son and a daughter (On the low)

Cause trusting you getting harder (Gotta go)

Say your phone dead every time I call

But you left out with your charger

This whole thing so awkward (I swear)

I’m irritated don’t bother (I swear)

Comin’ home after doing wrong

With another story like an author

Probably got a son and a daughter (On the low)

Cause trusting you getting harder (Gotta go)

Say your phone dead every time I call

But you left out with yo charger

[Verse 2]

I stand by the truth like a pulpit

I deserve much better than this bullshit

I don’t know what made you think you could pull this

We gotta fix a lot of shit with a tool kit

Really shawty, you a busy body and you always on the go

Just wanted it to be me and you like we was about to elope

We splitting, cause you don’t get it

You cappin' harder than a fitted

Got caught you almost shitted

Hurry up and leave my digits

I treated you like royalty

Couldn’t even get no loyalty

Got me then you stop spoiling me

Starting to feel like you torture me

If you into me, show me chemistry

I’m a fuck around and think you spinnin’ me

A ex-nigga is what you finna be

I ain’t showing you no sympathy

I’m back off you mad soft

How you treat women like this?

It’s really sad how you act mad

But ain’t got the right to be pissed

I’m always second best

I shouldn’t have to second guess

I’m a toss yo ass to the next bitch

And tell her “psst, psst go fetch” (Bitch)

Need me a nigga who gone try his hardest

Paint you the picture since, yes I’m a artist

If you can’t be here when shit gets the darkest

Get to the side like a cop  when I park it

[Chorus]

This whole thing so awkward (I swear)

I’m irritated don’t bother (I swear)

Comin’ home after doing wrong

With another story like an author

Probably got a son and a daughter (On the low)

Cause trusting you getting harder (Gotta go)

Say your phone dead every time I call

But you left out with your charger

This whole thing so awkward (I swear)

I’m irritated don’t bother (I swear)

Comin’ home after doing wrong

With another story like an author

Probably got a son and a daughter (On the low)

Cause trusting you getting harder (Gotta go)

Say your phone dead every time I call

But you left out with your charger