Lose Your Religion: Recorded Live in College Park

If not me, then who
If not now, then when
This like the worst f*ckin timing
C. Breezy said there's never a right time to say goodbye
I heard that
Gimme my time back I need that wit' some interest
Gimme my hoodie the one you love cus' it's vintage
Gimme my heart the one you broke like some dishes
We was so close I'm talkin' fourth and some inches
How you gonna go and do that love, huh
I know we did some dirt but that's too far
Stressin' like this ain't healthy
I just need a second to myself
Need to cut this edge, let me take a swig
Turn into a pint of Hennessy, take it to the head
Mean I might as well, get it how you live
But how you move your sh*t up out the crib ain't tell me sh*t

I ain't callin' you a b*tch but you actin' like one
If the shoe fits, you fit the description
Girl you lucky mama raised me be a good Christian
Boy I tell you, love will make you
Lose your religion
I ain't callin' you a b*tch but you actin' like one
If the shoe fits, you fit the description
Girl you lucky mama raised me be a good Christian
Lord
Boy I tell you, love will make you
Lose your religion

I don't wanna be a part of you
Gave my all to you but you still ungrateful
Time change that's the reason why i'm on two
I might f*ck you best friend and make her call you
But that would mean I wouldn't be no better than you
Your life a secret, and guess what I know the damn truth
See I was trill, never got back what I put in
Now it's f*ck it, I just understand we different
But i'm so cool, I don't even wanna kick it
Truth hurt, you can't take what you dish
See you be lying through your teeth like I can't hear what you sayin'
Can't be actin' like it's cool when the sh*t really sad
Ever since your left, them hoes been all up in my DM
Yeah it's crazy how things change overnight
So I ain't stressin, you just know you missed your blessin'
Best be glad that my mom raised me to be a good Christian

I ain't callin' you a b*tch but you actin' like one
If the shoe fits, you fit the description
Girl you lucky mama raised me be a good Christian
Boy I tell you, love will make you
Lose your religion
I ain't callin' you a b*tch but you actin' like one
If the shoe fits, you fit the description
Girl you lucky mama raised me be a good Christian
Lord
Boy I tell you, love will make you
Lose your religion

They pat me on the back and say you can't blame yourself
Cam this ain't your fault
And I say of course
But you ain't give no fuck though
That's wassup though
Sometimes we just don't know love
Tryna love somebody else, you need some self love
Sh*t is bad for my health
Maybe it's lack of attention
I was a fool to think I actually meant somethin
Stupid n*gga. Stupid n*gga
Fool me once and it's a shame on
Fool me twice then b*tch it's game on
What goes around, comes around true
But, how would you like it if ole Cam pulled a you on you?
You don't do sh*t like that
You don't just pick up & leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had just like that
I was just followin' dreams I was gon' get right back
I did some sh*t that really ain't help my case
Got some skeletons in my basement
Know there's some sh*t I coulda did differently
Coulda changed my ways
Coulda saved some face
Won't call you out your name that ain't my character
Mama, I swear I won't embarrass ya
Just forgive and forget cus' it is what it is
I call a spade a spade and a b*tch a