Retta
Never met a nigga I felt like keepin’
But you come with something different, so I might keep you
Tell me why the fuck you getting text at four in the morning?
Don’t you like living, baby? Don’t you like breathing
I ain’t finna chase you down but I’m finna humble you
Fighting for my love, I kinda like that, I could rumble, too
But if you slip up and go and put them hoes before me
That’s yo ass, and I’ll gladly go and show you what that fumble do
Real bitch never showing both hands
Yeah, I love you but you never knowing both plans
Took me high, took my mental to the sky
On the spaceship, yeah, we soaring, but don’t ever let that boat land
‘Cause if I get out, bitch, I’m walking to glory
If they ask me what’s the reason, bitch, I’m telling my story
I ain’t pleading what I went through, I ain’t telling no jury
He keep saying it ain’t his fault, but bitch, it ain’t mine neither
Go and tell it to Maury
Call, call me when you done, call me when you chill
That shit we got too broken, baby, call me when you heal
I, I left, I’m out, had to choose myself
The angel on your right could see the devil on your left
Keep it classy, but it’s true, I love your sex
You keep talkin’ ’bout you nasty, yeah, I know, I seen your ex
You be split as a bitch, I never know who I’ll get
‘Cause one of you’s like six, and like, some of you are sick
One is sweet, one is gentle, one is mean, one is simple
All are smart, which I’m into, but I’m lost when I’m with you
You on your, you on your Gemini shit?
Instead of cry, you gon’ sit and minimize shit
And act like nothing bothers you, instead of tryna solve it
You just harbor all your thoughts, until you simplify shit? I get it
Call me when you done, call me when you chill
That shit we got too broken, baby, call me when you heal
It’s too broken
That shit we got too broken, baby, call me when you heal
Call, call me when you done, call me when you chill
That shit we got too broken, baby, call me when you heal
