The Fall Out

Either we're fucking or we're falling out, but that's your fault now
They say you say the most maddest things when you're angry
I fling on that black sheet cos you assume that I'm anti
And her dreams are standing with Jesus, sandles and Maxi's
She doesn't want no attention
Them niggas can take the back seat
She Rosa Parks 'em and texts 'em they ain't important
They text her she just ignores them
They stress her, got not decorum, she only rings out of boredom
She never been into foursomes
And four while drive is so foreign
And our conversations ain't awkward
We talk to 4 in the mornin', she jump, I'm here recording and stuff
My time is money, she don't cry 'bout her portions
I hate what's on her mind but her cranium is so awesome
And that's probably why

Either we're fucking or we're falling out, but that's your fault now
So why do you pick up the phone for?
We're fucking or we're falling out, but that's your fault now
I thought we sorted it out, always falling out man
4 in the mornin', she jump, I'm here recording and stuff
My time is money, she don't cry 'bout her portions
I hate what's on her mind but her cranium is so awesome
And that's probably why
Either we're fucking or we're falling out, but that's your fault now
That's it stop playing on the phone now, she's jarrin'