With Me

But I'm so sick and tired of writing these love letters

Got you lying to yourself, saying you won't let up

I'ma be the first to call it, saying we both fed up

Numbers ringing through the phone with no voice set up

Got me talking right

You talking out of spite

I walk up to the crib

And you calling it a night

Never got the message

No resolving all these fights

But you put it your baggage like we tryna catch a flight

Ugh, yeah