(verse one)
coming off about a dozen weeks
man, I finally got the peace I deserve,
and I start reclining and my line ring,
man, I'm looking at a text from a girl.
Ain't sh** changed, shawty got the nerve,
dropping blurbs,
but it's out of context, I can tell.
She was just thinking,
that means she was just talking to her girls,
not a good sign, already,
we've been down this road already, damn.
Please explain
your f**ed up reasoning
because I don't get your brain
were you with me or with your b**hes,
do you understand the difference?
(chorus) (x2)
it's bad enough you had to go
and f**ing tell your friends
I guess it's how the story ends
(post-chorus)
but what do you need from me?
what could you possibly?
what could you plausibly need
girl, I don't see no problem
with this time off from contact,
what could be so pertinent?
and I don't need more wasted time,
I've got my peace of mind
I guess it's how the story ends
girl, you made your bed.
(verse two)
when I tell a tune to my bros
about all of you hoes
all my n***as say (facts, my n***a.)
but when you say the same story back
to your broads, it's some off Broadway version
play by play of what really happened
it's really like a slap in the face
because they talk that sh**
and you talk that back
never state that fact.
I guess all that sh** you was saying in my face
about how I made you feel
was only really real
when you (tell your friends)
All of a sudden I'm an a**hole,
now I'm being blackballed by your girls
and blue balled by the world,
you cry to them,
k** my chance before I can even try to them
I'm there before I can even come alive and then,
and now I'm condemned,
all of this snitching, you getting me tight,
tell your friends 'mind your business'
and just take the pipe.
Feelings not mutual,
I don't have to like you
just because we f**
don't mean I have to wife you.
(chorus)
girl, you made your bed.