Miscommunication

Say you want love
Say you want trust
But ain't got no patience
Rolling my sleeves
I ain't got no heart
My shit just went vacant
We talk from a distance
You texting my phone
Quit all of this sexting
You send me a message
I leave you on D
Ain't got time for the texting
Move on to better
You got to be greater
This ain't no discussion
Remember them days when we in my room
And we just be fussing
You know when it's over
When arguments start and we get to touching
Throwing out fist and nun of us miss they thinking we fucking

Got me a new bitch, you was down and bum and shit
She can have my love you cannot compare to this
And she know what it is got this love and it ain't no quits
She wanna have my kids damn og I took yo bitch
Trell how you do 'em like this I don't know but I guess it was meant
She saw me and fell in when I walked by she was stuck in the blend
I had to make some new friends what I been through had to come to a end
She turned me to a man taught me things that I can't do again
I'm all to myself no matter the problem I'm keeping my image
I go back to back with fighting my demons like I'm playing tennis
No it ain't over till I say it's done I'm pushing the finish
I was taught to go hard even when people say that I'm never go end it
Give me a chance I go to the top like number 1 pending
I strive for the best and go through the worse but I keep on attending
You lost your love, and I cannot fight with your reason
So I guess that I'm on, to the next it's a change in a season

Say you want love
Say you want trust
But ain't got no patience
Rushing my time
Like we ain't got time
To be at our greatest
I thought we was good
But now that we ain't
You can't have my baby
I moving to better
Remove the umbrella
Cause you acting shady

Say you want love
Say you want trust
But ain't got no patience
Rolling my sleeves
I ain't got no heart
My shit just went vacant
We talk from a distance
You texting my phone
Quit all of this sexting
You send me a message
I leave you on D
Ain't got time for the texting
Move on to better
You got to be greater
This ain't no discussion
Remember them days when we in my room
And we just be fussing
You know when it's over
When arguments start and we get to touching
Throwing out fist and nun of us miss they thinking we fucking
Yeah
They thinking we fucking
Throwing out fist and nun of us miss they thinking we fucking
Yeah
Yeah
They thinking we fucking



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Writer(s): Montrell Scott
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