Another night, another weekend
Another time for me to lay low
We back and forth again this shit is regular I can't go
Making moves and say you don't
On and on the cycle goes
Told me I got problems you the problem and I hope you know
If I got problems
You got problems
We got problems bitch admit
You gon fuck around and prolly cause some problems til I'm dead
Wish I'd solve em but these problems got me stuck inside my head
All these signs could make me vomit tossing turning in my bed like
Yeah
You know I ain't surprised
It's so consistent how it happened almost every time
And you the worst for this shit baby ain't no skipping by
There ain't no purpose for us lately why we even try
That's what I tell myself I feel like I been in denial
You give an inch to people then they try to take the mile
I'd do bout everything I can to try and make you smile
And you the last one that I thought who'd try to, who try'd to
Go and take advantage of me
How could you think I'm stupid?
The way you go about your business you must think I'm clueless
And then you tell me I'm the issue
With no fucking way to prove it
I'm so done with all this nonsense
I don't even wanna do this no
Another night, another weekend
Another time for me to lay low
We back and forth again this shit is regular I can't go
Making moves and say you don't
On and on the cycle goes
Told me I got problems you the problem and I hope you know
If I got problems
You got problems
We got problems bitch admit
You gon fuck around and prolly cause some problems til I'm dead
Wish I'd solve em but these problems got me stuck inside my head
All these signs could make me vomit tossing turning in my bed like
I'm getting stuck in the moment
I get dramatic I know it
But I got so much fucking patience and you still had to blow it
I hope you one day understand the mark you left cuz I hold it
And maybe one day you gon get one and you'll know what I'm showing
Cuz all I show is the remnants
Of who I was now I'm stepping
And trynna be a better man but lately you trynna question
Question all my selections
Inside my life and I'm guessing
It's cuz you trynna knock me down to pick me up and I'm stressing
You took advantage of me
How could you think I'm stupid?
The way you go about your business you must think I'm clueless
And then you tell me I'm the issue
With no fucking way to prove it
I'm so done with all this nonsense
I don't even wanna do this no
Another night, another weekend
Another time for me to lay low
We back and forth again this shit is regular I can't go
Making moves and say you don't
On and on the cycle goes
Told me I got problems you the problem and I hope you know
If I got problems
You got problems
We got problems bitch admit
You gon fuck around and prolly cause some problems til I'm dead
Wish I'd solve em but these problems got me stuck inside my head
All these signs could make me vomit tossing turning in my bed like