I'm so sorry that I lied to you But babygirl I tried for you Everything I did to keep my mind off you Yeah, you got your friends but what am I to do Guess I'ma be all alone Rolling up making these songs Pour me a 4 and I'm gone She tryna see what I'm on And I got patience, got so used to waiting But I think she waiting on me But I just been searching for peace Everybody want a piece Getting hard to sleep Falling off my feel Used to do this shit with ease Now it's getting tedious Way back then, they needed us Now they can't agree with us But still tryna split that green with us Swear they used to be fans Now they can't understand Ain't tryna give 'em time to make a plan Baby this Runtz, this no regular strand Let's take a trip to Bahamas, we tan One thing 'bout me, I'ma run up these bands Back of the party, you know I don't dance Don't like that hoe, why she holding my hand And I told him that we pulling up, why he ran Ride with the set, give a fuck bout a man Shut the fuck up or your block getting span I get a bag, I'ma make it expand Tryna get with you, don't care 'bout your man Promise I'm doing the best that I can I'm tryna do the right thing, but I can't I'm so sorry that I lied to you But babygirl I tried for you Everything I did to keep my mind off you Yeah, you got your friends but what am I to do Guess I'ma be all alone Rolling up making these songs Pour me a 4 and I'm gone She tryna see what I'm on (She tryna see what I'm on) She tryna see what I'm on