[Verse 1: PLM TRS]
This some Drake-type sh**
Late night, need-an-escape-type sh**
Bottle is empty, celebrated like sh**
Phone ringing
Text message says, "An afterparty"
But you already had 6 shots, tall gla** of 40
Now you're laying next to shorty
Now you're undressed trynna confess
That she'll be the third for the night
Are you doing this right?
You keep asking yourself
She ain't worried 'bout your health like your last girl
Now this mess all on your hands like cheese curls
Whatchu looking for inside of these girls?
They only get close to your home with the promise of Patron
Now you're waking up alone
Don't believe in unturned stones
Now you finna roam
Til you figure out the unknown
Now you hate this feeling that you get when you're with her
Like you really start to wither
Codeine dreams when we up at 3 am, girl
Sorry for the me that you know at 3 am, girl
You
Shoulda got the hint
Way the condom fell out when we were first talking
I
Shoulda got the hint
When I saw that a** switch when I got you walking
Aye
She could be a seducer, abuser
I got a few options yet I choose her
Stone cold k**er in Versace
She Medusa
Ass point-blank deadly like a muhhf**in' Ruger
Aye
She got a friend name Molly
Please don't induce her
Cause I don't wanna lose her...
No
No...
I don't wanna lose her...