I’ve been down, tryna find my way up to your level, girl
Tryna fix a fight but there’s nothing here to settle, girl
I ain’t tryna front, before you there was several girls
They only would fuck, really it was nothing special, girl
See, with you it is hard to be patient
Hard to be trusting these tough situations
Show your true colors but I brush it away ‘cause
You the only one that is stuck in this painting
Run and tell your friends that I’m bad for you
Then hit me on a text with an attitude
2:30 in the morning on your avenue
In my ways, am I doing what I have to do?
Yeah, I ain’t tryna run but you got me in a state, aye
Look what you have done, girl it’s hard to erase it
Can’t afford love but I won’t be complacent

Now talking to your mother fucking friends
Yeah, I can’t even tell ‘em everything, yeah
I don’t even know where I really should begin, yeah
Tryna get advice but they never understand, aye
I ain’t tryna deal with this type of shit again
Yeah, it’s hard to read her love from a distance
Hard to stay in touch if you putting up the fences
Tryna open up but you never really listen
Now I’m talking to your mother fucking friends

Aye
I don’t gonna say shit
You don’t gonna love me
Shawty, you can save it
Sick of all the sufferin’
Almost tryna blame shit
What you needing from me?
I can’t even fuck with you, I don’t think it’s funny
The more you try to stay, it’s the more you wanna fuck me
I’m losing all my patience
I can’t even take it
Why am I even sayin’ this?
I don’t understand it
I don’t under-, (Ah), yeah
I saw your best friend at the club on the weekend
Had a long talk ‘bout you girl, she was tweaking
She ain’t understand all the things I was seeing
No matter what I said, there was no way she believe it
Why’s it gotta be so mother fucking hard to
Satisfy all of your needs so often?
Hit me on a line, gotta speak my gossip

Now talking to your mother fucking friends
Yeah, I can’t even tell ‘em everything, yeah
I don’t even know where I really should begin, yeah
Tryna get advice but they never understand, aye
I ain’t tryna deal with this type of shit again
Yeah, it’s hard to read her love from a distance
Hard to stay in touch if you putting up the fences
Tryna open up but you never really listen
Now I’m talking to your mother fucking-

Yeah
I been getting weak, man, I need a refresher
Hard for me to breathe, tryna relieve all the pressure
I don’t wanna leave but I barely can address her
Rather talk underneath the sheets for the pleasure
I’m in need of closure but she like, it depends, aye
You always try to cut me from your life like a sensei
I don’t really give a fuck about what all your friends say

Still I’m talking to your mother fucking friends
Yeah, I can’t even tell ‘em everything, yeah
I don’t even know where I really should begin, yeah
Tryna get advice but they never understand, aye
I ain’t tryna deal with this type of shit again
Yeah, it’s hard to read her love from a distance
Hard to stay in touch if you putting up the fences
Tryna open up but you never really listen
Now I’m talking to your mother fucking friends