Where I've Been Lyrics

You think I'm with her, you don't know where I've been

Walking through the door, you don't ask how I've been

You say that I'm wrong, like I don't know, I've sinned

I won't let you trip me, girl, I stay on ten

Looking at your past, you've been with many men

But you got the nerve to ask me where I've been

Cry into my shirt, I know you'll lie again

Your phone control your mind, that's why you doing this

She got me in interrogation, trying to get a confession

I ain't saying nothing though, where I've been is depression

Anger taking over though, gotta deal with the pressure

Dealing with you for so long, it ain't fitting the measure

I'm peeping her plot, now she don't wanna talk

I ain't gon' let you little pussy hoes play with my top

Her tears in the floor, so I'm getting the mop

With the pinesol, ain't gon' leave a single spot

He left you with some bruises and some knots

You crossed me, had to deal with what you got

You tried to manipulate, your eyes they precipitate

But that couldn't even change your fate

No hard feelings, your heart is full of hate

Your pettiness is something you gotta shake

Only look at yourself, but don't look at my take

So tell me how we supposed to communicate

I was loving your poisonous mental state

But it's toxic, had to stop before I break

Messing with you, I'll make a grave mistake

We'll be having a picnic at the Crystal Lake

It ain't no debate, you be acting fake

Why I gotta deal with all this shit up on your plate

Check your mental state, you be talking so insane

Disrespect my name, you be saying it in vain

You ain't what you claim, all my feelings down the drain

I don't have no shame, that I do not feel the same

Walking with a cane, my money's high with Mary Jane

You don't have a choice if you choose not to be tamed

You think I'm with her, you don't know where I've been

Walking through the door, you don't ask how I've been

You say that I run like I don't know I've seen

I won't let you treat me, girl, I stay on ten

Looking at your past, you been with many men

But you got the nerve to ask me where I been

Cry into my shirt, I know you'll lie again

Your phone control your mind, that's why you doing this