Gett Thatt

Baby, you are not his favorite

You just found out you wasted

All of your days since he ain't there

I hope if you go your separate ways, then

It'll be sorta like, painless, cause it's draining

(If you look around, the furniture's breaking), it must be frustrating

He might've forced my hand

With all the things you shown me

I wanna be your man

Let alone, be your homie

When he mad, you're not a fan

Cause his words make you feel lonely