How It Goes

Lately I been riding to the love songs

In my feelings, I been drinking till the cup gone

Thinking bout you and the shit we never touched on

I used to tell you that you look good with that blush on

Ironically, we never got to make up

Baking in the kitchen, I was tryna get the cake up

Couple times I crossed the line, but couldn't shape up

Always had the juice, I think I just needed a shake up

Hard to pay attention when you're focused on the paystubs

Women in my mentions, I'm succumbing to the fake love

Left you in depression, you were staring in the face of

A man you thought had changed up, bruised up, banged up