Just Chill
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder
I can't live witchu all up in my grill (grill)
I wish that you could just chill
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
I'm sick and tired of all the questions it's gettin' a bit much
Every button that I touch, sets you off and then I'm fucked
'Cause no matter what I do or what I say, I'm always wrong
If I call then I'm callin' too much or not at all
Either way I'm messin' up, I'm fightin' a losin' battle
The winners been determined, so I'm finna put down my paddle
'Cause I'm sick of always playin' this game, it's gettin' old
Girl you know I ain't cheatin', you just wanna be in control
But I can't be havin' that, 'cause I'm a grinder and you know this
You need to just chill, consider this your final notice
I got things to do, deal with it or girl I'm dunzo
If you trip over some shit again, you finna be solo
My funds low, so I gotta get back on my grind
No more givin' in when you trippin', I'm wastin' time
You know I ain't finna do you wrong, that's why I'm sayin' chill
With me, you always know the deal, girl I always keep it real
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
None of what I do, it's ever good enough for you
I keep on tryin' to please you but I don't need you
If you gon' be trippin' every time I see you
Just got in the door and there you was waiting
But not to greet me just to start with your interrogating
Where I been? I told ya, I was with my friend
Oh my god, here we go with this ish again
I ain't gotta prove myself, I been 'n did that
I done got you everything you need and then that
So I ain't answer my phone and now you all mad at me
Think I'm cheatin' when you see I got a low battery
It's like you feed on drama and I don't need that
Always over my shoulder so I'ma leave that
You need to understand and I don't think I'm wrong
That once in a while, I need some Myspace like dot com
And same goes for the fellas, you need to trust your lady
Just hold on loosely clingin' too tight gonna drive her crazy
But I done found a good one and damn she keep it real
You havin' problems, talk about it, tell 'em just chill
Just chill, just chill, just chill...
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder
I can't live witchu all up in my grill (grill)
I wish that you could just chill
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
I'm sick and tired of all the questions it's gettin' a bit much
Every button that I touch, sets you off and then I'm fucked
'Cause no matter what I do or what I say, I'm always wrong
If I call then I'm callin' too much or not at all
Either way I'm messin' up, I'm fightin' a losin' battle
The winners been determined, so I'm finna put down my paddle
'Cause I'm sick of always playin' this game, it's gettin' old
Girl you know I ain't cheatin', you just wanna be in control
But I can't be havin' that, 'cause I'm a grinder and you know this
You need to just chill, consider this your final notice
I got things to do, deal with it or girl I'm dunzo
If you trip over some shit again, you finna be solo
My funds low, so I gotta get back on my grind
No more givin' in when you trippin', I'm wastin' time
You know I ain't finna do you wrong, that's why I'm sayin' chill
With me, you always know the deal, girl I always keep it real
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
None of what I do, it's ever good enough for you
I keep on tryin' to please you but I don't need you
If you gon' be trippin' every time I see you
Just got in the door and there you was waiting
But not to greet me just to start with your interrogating
Where I been? I told ya, I was with my friend
Oh my god, here we go with this ish again
I ain't gotta prove myself, I been 'n did that
I done got you everything you need and then that
So I ain't answer my phone and now you all mad at me
Think I'm cheatin' when you see I got a low battery
It's like you feed on drama and I don't need that
Always over my shoulder so I'ma leave that
You need to understand and I don't think I'm wrong
That once in a while, I need some Myspace like dot com
And same goes for the fellas, you need to trust your lady
Just hold on loosely clingin' too tight gonna drive her crazy
But I done found a good one and damn she keep it real
You havin' problems, talk about it, tell 'em just chill
Just chill, just chill, just chill...
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
So tired, so sick of your shit, it's over
Every time I turn around, you're right, over my shoulder (right, over my shoulder)
I can't live witchu all up in my grill
I don't understand, I wish that you could just chill
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Christopher Sales, Danny Louis Thomas, Cameron A Tinklenberg
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