Do The Math Lyrics

I fucking hate that I can only write my songs about your stupid ass

That just proves I'm mad

But its too late to say don't wanna lose you

Though I'm going to collapse

I'm a stupid man

I go on dates and shit is fake cause I don't know

They ain't you perhaps

Have what you possess

No that ain't what it is baby

You won't find it on google maps

Come on do the math

You said you were down for me

And it sounded great

I'll say it loudly Ay Ay

But now that's down the drain

Like a pounding rain

So now I count the days Ay Ay

Until I see my baby again

I could hang out with my friends

But I miss her in the end

Demons want inside my head

But I fight them til my death

Its tooth and nail how it gets

I fucking hate that I can only write my songs about your stupid ass

That just proves I'm mad

But its too late to say don't wanna lose you

Though I'm going to collapse

I'm a stupid man

I go on dates and shit is fake cause I don't know

They ain't you perhaps

Have what you possess

No that ain't what it is baby

You won't find it on google maps

Come on do the math

Why do things go this way

Why can't I be okay

Why can I see yo face in every bitch that I chase

I fall down to depths on the way

I saw a man told my fate

So far and I don't want my space

Fuck you if you care bout my race

I live my life with regrets

They come out in all my breaths

Even though I know I'm blessed

I tell myself I'm the best

I know you know that's a test

To measure my own success

I fucking hate that I can only write my songs about your stupid ass

That just proves I'm mad

But its too late to say don't wanna lose you

Though I'm going to collapse

I'm a stupid man

I go on dates and shit is fake cause I don't know

They ain't you perhaps

Have what you possess

No that ain't what it is baby

You won't find it on google maps

Come on do the math

I fucking hate that I can only write my songs about your stupid ass

That just proves I'm mad

But its too late to say don't wanna lose you

Though I'm going to collapse

I'm a stupid man

I go on dates and shit is fake cause I don't know

They ain't you perhaps

Have what you possess

No that ain't what it is baby

You won't find it on google maps

Come on do the math