Feelings

Do you realize if she were the one it would be me
You realize that I'm that bitch right
Cause I feel like you don't

Backtrackin' I'm back in the city
Speakin to people I should be leavin' lone
It's feel like I ain't never left
But I ain't ever see a phone call or text
Double check before I send you what I'm thinkin' next
You know that boy blessed you know that boy stressed
You know he debt free you know he been in debt
You know he talk to God and got it right then put it on his flesh
Funny how it cuts deep to get it off his chest
I fake feelings when I make attachments so
Now my nigga's name got a foreign accent
Sorry it's what he do
Need a visa I need a reason
Notta be in every IG model DM
You askin' who is that is he doin that again
I pulled over in traffic why you overreactin'
Stop goin through my phone you gon find what you askin'

I know you hate that bitch I hate her too if you ask me
Low and pretty we pay attention to city lights
'Till the time pass tip the hourglass
You never pay attention what you got until it's gone
And you never notice when it's gone until the bottle smashed
I'm bein' honest for a moment

I can't see it comin' down my eyes so I gotta make this song cry
Big blunt rollin' down I-5
So, I had to make this song cry

I hate it how we only tell the truth over text
Drunk sex drugged out
We finish and make our way to the couch
To think about mistakes that I make whenever I'm out
Shit, you don't view this house as a home no more
You don't hide it when you speakin' in your tone no more
Like fine tooth when you show your thorns
Hate to soak it up
When speakin' turns feel like terms
And agreements we don't speak enough for it
Maybe it's too much

So how you wanna trust
When it's the first of what I break in is
Box full of lies call my phone made it way more
Way more way more easier than what it should've

I never understood it
Cause when it's all said and done
Man who I wanna be
Never even who I really was
Just things that I see in me that you don't seem to judge
You don't seem to touch
You don't even check my phone when I leave it up
Scared of what you may see like you ain't seen enough
But stuck around through everything
How we gone clean this up
Yesterday was bad not mad it could've been worse, shit
I receive more phone calls than I return, shit
I created more hurt women than when they first, uh
Met me I regret it I shoulda warned you I'm worse than
Whatever you met in your past I'm not perfect
But when I'm drownin' I can still see the surface
Just work with me
I never said I would do you right
I said when you leave you would learn from me
I heard through the grapevine that you found love
It's all good I hope you found trust too, shit
Cause I ain't the same shit you once knew

I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I had to make this song cry
Big blunt rollin' down I-5
So I had to make this song cry

'Cause I'm sick of this shit
You too fucking old to be playin' games like some like a lowlife teenager's boy
And I ain't gonna say he's not that nigga
Cause I done told everybody you were
But you actin' like a bitch
It's over with
Lose my fucking number