No.

No.

Uh-huh.

Roy, I love you.

I don't love her.

I'm just talking.

Then I get so overthinking.

But I got a reason.

Tell me what you really thinking.

No, baby, I ain't sipping.

I ain't stressing.

I'm not feeling.

Baby, I'm cool, hop in the coupe, ain't fuckin' with ya Baby, I'm sorry, but it's over now You wanna come back, you look like a clown

Gotta focus on the background I ain't a dummy and you know She lovin' when I hit her high notes Back to the facts, look at where we started Can't love no bitch, I'm not open-hearted She gon' call me back or a snap or a test back Look at my soul, all you seein' is all black

Meaning I'm empty, same thing.

Don't hit me up if you know you gon' stress me.

Maybe I will take you back and I'll stab you in yours.

Now you looking at your reflection.

Don't be so defensive.

Don't call my phone and don't bother texting.

Baby, I'm not gonna answer I'll be your dummy so give her a chance, sir That new nigga ain't like me, get your mans, bruh Bitch on the back, now I'm puttin' my pants up

No, I can't show this no how No, I can't show this no how Shawty miss weekend

I got a reason.

Let me tell you my reason.

If I'm being honest, you was never decent.

You hit on my phone all up on that weed shit.

I can't show you sympathy.

Now you be telling your friends that you feeling me.

Now we're said and done.

Drive thru in a tally, hand grip doing shawty Shawty said she really love me, I don't love her, I'm just talking

Then I get to overthinking.

But I got a reason.

Tell me what you really thinking.

No, baby, I ain't sipping.

I ain't stressing.

I'm not feeling.

Baby, I'm cool, hop in the coupe, ain't fuckin' with ya Baby, I'm sorry, but it's over now You wanna come back, you look like a clown

Gotta focus on the background I ain't a dummy and you know She love it when I hit her high notes