THOT I Told You ft. Marty Obey Lyrics

Thought I told you I wasn't playing

Miserable from all your complaining

Every day need different arrangements

Never wanna listen to what I'm saying

I can't take it, no preparation

Gotta face the truth, you complacent

Separated, hopeless and anxious

Make sure you tell your mama that I made it

Conversations feeling like the desert

Critical condition, bring the stretcher

Last man was lesser and a guesser

Probably why he folded under pressure

It's a lesson in directions, why you scared to take a peek?

I've been asking for confessions, yet you never wanna speak

Telling me I'm stressing, we go through this every week

Almost thought you had a child from us wilding in the sheets

Me, it's who I'm looking at

The mirror staring right back at me, some can't handle that

I ain't focused on the Grammys or the platinum plaques

Just need to better you and revenue, no strings attached

Look, the fact of the matter is the facts ain't in unison

Acting like a lunatic, assuming shit you true to this

Used to cross my T's, till you put me on a crucifix

So as you watch me bleed, please believe I'm too through with this

Thought I told you I wasn't playing

Miserable from all your complaining

Every day need different arrangements

Never wanna listen to what I'm saying

I can't take it, no preparation

Gotta face the truth, you complacent

Separated, hopeless and anxious

Make sure you tell your mama that I made it

I gave you chance after chance after chance

Advancing your hand from my high end demand

Abandoned, been rammed, but you firm where you stand

Of course I understand, I still don't give a damn

A man in my own right, I know she was looking for the clone type

Low hype, bespoke people, I've been pawned, guy

Small fry, mile high fried for them long nights

My soul fortified, so I'll be alright

Steady protective of things you tried to embellish

That hellish devilish shit is irrelevant

In the end you pretended to be my friend got me believing for the hell of it

Oh, I should've left your ass celibate

Delicate my ass, you just threw us in the trash

But your past coming up fast, pondered doing the dash

Yeah, I'm that mad fuck it,

I hope you kick the bucket

For all that you would covet,

you ain't never been above it, ho

Thought I told you I wasn't playing

Miserable from all your complaining

Every day need different arrangements

Never wanna listen to what I'm saying

I can't take it, no preparation

Gotta face the truth, you complacent

Separated, hopeless and anxious

Make sure you tell your mama that I made it

Make sure you tell your mama that I made it

Make sure you tell your mama that I made it

Make sure you tell your mama that I made it

Make sure you tell your mama that I made it I made it, I made it, yeah