I'm getting tired of the texts You don't send my way no no, just The only time that you call's When you call my name No no no You say it's not that deep Just hit me up, and you'll see I ain't tryna deliver that shit Through UberEats, yeah It don't make sense to me That nigga you ain't over Don't compare to me You know that that's A sentimental recipe for disaster Mmmh I'm just tryna get up Up off of them streets But you pull me back By the cuff of my sleeve The second that we're done You want me out, and I feel it Mmmh Never thought I'd be the type of nigga on call I just give you everything you want And that's all good I guess it's all good We just gotta Cut it off I'm getting tired of the texts You don't send my way no no, just Cut it off The only time that you call's When you call my name No no no Cut it off I knew what I signed up for If this is my game What am I losing for Cut it off Cut it off I'm outchea thinking that we connected And now I'm thinking We should've just left it And I ain't tryna Give you all my blessings, yeah I ain't tryna flex no more No more Everything I do I fall short Keep them feels It's all yours I just think that Maybe we should just Cut it off I'm getting tired of the texts You don't send my way no no, just Cut it off The only time that you call's When you call my name No no no Cut it off I knew what I signed up for If this is my game What am I losing for Cut it off Cut it off