I can tell you're mad at him

I could tell you're mad

With the way you're coming back again

Calling me dad but im not your

You just want it bad

Know with the way you

Facetimes at 4 in the morning

Saying I miss you

When I shoot shots I don't miss

When I shoot shots I don't miss

Meaning I could hit

You don't got respect for him

Not much too expect from him

Then he goes out and you calling me

He just got funds and apologies

I can tell you're mad at him

I could tell you're mad

With the way you're coming back again

Calling me dad but im not yours

You just want it bad

Know with the way you

Im tired of the fighting and the beef

Im tired of the anger when I sleep

Kill my vibe and we don't talk for a week

Im tired of the way that it ends

Maybe were just better off as friends

Maybe were just better off as friends

Call me up and here we go again

I can tell you're mad at him

With the way you coming back

I can tell you're still mad

You're still

Still mad