Pretty

So who the fuck up in your phone for

Sleepless half the night I'm just looking up on this photo

I don't think you get it, but I hope you would

This ain't how my mama raised me I just know I should

And we ain't talk about nothing, why we talk about nothing ?

Man I'm just sick of all the silence can't we argue or something?

Told me that I'm the meanest, I turn your thinkin to switch

Of course I never bring my homies they all think you're a -

To stay together it better I think it's better we don't

I feel like ashin out this blunt on every letter you wrote

Talkin bout some other nigga treats you better it's seeming

I take the keys up out my jacket if it's scrapped then I'm leaving