Options

All we ever do is smoke weed and fuck
And I'm getting stuck in the habit of giving too much and not getting enough
And regretting shit and forgetting, shit
If you were cold December, I'd be the middle of June
If you were the sun then I'd be the moon
And I know my head game ridiculous
My mind meticulous
My soul as good as gold but now you're reaping what you sowed
I said I got to go, he says he can't let go
Cuz I'm the best he ever had
I already know that
Keys under the doormat
Yes I know the format
30 missed calls I ignored that
You don't get to waste my time no more it's too important
This shit is getting boring

I am not into the superficial fucking
Ordinary love, I want you to
Make me feel something
Deeper than just touching
Baby pick my brain, show me your pain
Enough of these games, you drive me insane
You drive me insane

Don't treat me like an option
You gon' see I got them too
Treat me like an option
How could I ever choose you
(Don't treat me like an option)

And I'll admit it I'll admit it
Your loving is addicting
But part of me is wishing for more
Why you make it sound like such a chore
For you to come to me say I'm the one that you adore well
Actions speak louder than words
This ain't the shit that I deserve
Now you getting mad because I've realized my worth
Put me down to make me stay that shit is not gon' work, no

Shit is not gon' work no
Focused on your bro code
I know you been sneaking other women through your back door
Told you that I need more
Won't stay for the encore
I drove to your place at 3am man what was that for
And I never asked for much
Just for you to fill up my cup if you're draining it
Mean it if you saying it
Drive me insane pick my brain but

Don't treat me like an option
You gon' see I got them too
Treat me like an option
How could I ever choose you

Remember when I let you in between
That was 2017
White t-shirt and some jeans
Looking like a young James Dean
I was on the edge of 16
If you could you would've caused a scene
You took advantage of my insecurity
That just exhibits your lack of maturity
And I, won't explain myself
Put you on the highest shelf man I put you before myself
Now you missing what you had
Wishing you could get me back
He said I'm the best he ever had
I'm the best he ever had
Something I taught myself
Never let a broke boy explain himself
And when I say broke I'm not talking bought currency
I am more focused on vibes and your energy
And you was on your broke boy shit
So damn quick to judge
So damn quick to flip the script and not admit to what it really was
But I guess that's just the type of shit that a man like you does, like
Saying you love me then switch
Claiming that I'm up to something
But how could you say all that shit when the worst thing I did was fib about coming
(Fib about coming)
How could you say all that shit when the worst thing I did, was fib about coming