I Gotta Tell You

Seventeen on the jersey
And your flirty but you'd never do me
I got a second class flight out
Looking for you but you still fighting for clout

Mm you got no business telling me
Did you even finish school, honey?
Arguments are never really won
Only end when someone pulls the gun

I gotta tell you
What you're doing baby
It isn't right no
It isn't helping no
I gotta tell you
Nothing you do no
It isn't right no
You aren't right no

High-class banger all night
Ended with the bartender's fight
No you were high, not right
Girl I covered for you now you tryna bite

And I got scars baby
Metaphorical scars see
The words hurt more than a fist
And your words were like metal rusty wrists

I gotta tell you
What you're doing baby
It isn't right no
It isn't helping no
I gotta tell you
Nothing you do no
It isn't right no
You aren't right no

I gotta tell you
What you're doing baby
It isn't right no
It isn't helping no
I gotta tell you
Nothing you do no
It isn't right no
You aren't right no