My ex had texted me not too long before writing the lyrics. I was initially inspired by some music by Khary and tried making something simple and concise. The thought of organically using my electric guitar had almost never occurred before then. Long and behold, it worked well and helped build the b...
Fuck, I got a text, it's from my ex, who she kiddin
Fuck, I type it, sent, she made a dent, she not hittin
Fuck, she trynna tempt, she not a ten, who she kiddin
Fuck, to an extent, but I'm a gent, she not hittin
Feelin like I can never get a break, I got girls trynna fuck but they hesitate
I could always say yeah but I'd rather wait, and if you playing these games get out my face
Y'all know me I'm a lovable guy, I like friends drinks and them big ol thighs
But tell me why I should listen to you if you ain't my girl, oh boo hoo
Feeling myself yеah, being myself yeah
Bitch don't dial my cеll phone, leave a message at the tone, hoe
Feeling myself yeah, being myself yeah
I don't, I don't need a chase now, need anotha hit now, I think I'm
Drownin my mind, breakin inside, where do I go when I'm running out of time
Drownin my mind, breakin inside, where do I go when I'm running out of time (break it down)
Fuck, I got a text, it's from my ex, who she kiddin
Fuck, I type it, sent, she made a dent, she not hittin
Fuck, she trynna tempt, she not a ten, who she kiddin
Fuck, to an extent, but I'm a gent, she not hittin