Exes On The Weekend

Bridge:
As I turn my back for a minute
And I lean too far from the finish
Shawty I'm too hung, So diminished
And my love too drugged for a living;
Shit I pray too hard, Not religious
Shit I stress too hard, Not a mission
Shit I need brake pads, Ran the vision
Shit Shawty better hush, Gotta listen

Hook:
Shawty talkin' bout a brand new flex on you
Shawty talkin' bout a past ex sex on you
She don't know that I would die to get close
1, 2, 3, 4 feet away just to feel on you. (×2)

Verse I:
Baby girl don't know me like that
Better show her coz I'm running outta time
She told me I don't own her like that
Coz I told someone else she mine

Coz I told someone she special
But I never told 'em she's my ex
(ahh yeah)

So she pull up with a brand new flex
I can see it in her eyes, Must've had great sex
Tried to get a new new, But I'm still hung
Coz I need her by my side, She my left lung

I would rather die and move on to the next life
Than to try to move on to the next one
(oou, noooo)
Looking at women I played back then
It's so fucking ironic I hate sports
Oh My God
I'm such a fool for just thinking I'd make new friends
Coz the best one is you and they got bored

[Hook]

Verse II:
Less pressure
Recognizing all that I need
Less talk more pleasure
Shawty know I'm tryna plant my seed

But you, in too deep with a bitch nigga
And I'm in too deep in the bottle
Settle down with the nonsense, Listen to a real nigga
I'm tryna take you all the way Full throttle

Listen I would go a mile and half to in meet in the middle
Lack of communication is better than talking in riddles
But I think I could try be patient, For all the time we been wasting
Coz I want all of you and not even a little

Not a motherfucking buffalo soldiers, But I get green when I'm jealous
And a lot of it on me, tryna control my own tempers
I got a lot on my plate, Working on this brand new mixtape
But I shoulda been working on us tryna fix our mistakes

[Hook] (×2)