Crazy

It's crazy to even think that I could ever be with you

You don't like that prissy shit, but when you want some dick you call me

(Always blowing up my motherfuckin' phone)

You hate bended wrists, but who's phone that you hit when you're lonely

(Cause math ain't mathing' for real)

I must be dumb (super stupid)

For thinkin' that you was the one

What was I thinkin'

To let you get the best of me

It had to sink in for me to truly understand

That you want me physically, you just didn't wanna be my man

Now my eye twitchin' cause you triggered somethin' in me