I hope you've been having fun in Jamaica
There's a glow on your skin and your make up
I've still been at home
Can't help but wonder
Who touchin your lips when you wake up
But I watched your friends' stories I stayed up
It's getting unhealthy for me
But girl don't treat me like I'm sick
I can't help I'm in love with you that shit just stealthy to me
Look who you made me
Actually I take that back nobody make me
Bitch are you crazy?
You still tryna chase me huh?
But you know who I'm takin home
All of the years we put in
All of the tears we put out
How we switchin the gears to be friends?
I was switchin the gears in the benz
Now I'm here in advance, in case that I fall behind
When it hurts you can't fall to mine
I'll turn into Columbine
I'll shoot up the club girl you don't wanna call on mine
I've been too hard to find
DND all the time
It gives you anxiety I know you can't breathe cuz your heart is mine
Your heart is still mine
Mine, mmm
Hope you're still having fun in Jamaica
Your skin is still glowing
Your skin and your make up
Frada Obama
Ima still make them commas
Get the crib for my mama
Na na na na na na
And I'll be okay
You still thinkin bout me, huh?
I can relate
I've just been thinking bout me and myself and I
You're prolly still thinking that's selfish huh
Am I the only one loving myself or not?
The less that you tell me it tells a lot
I'd rather you tell me than tell a lie
You were living your dreams cuz I was selling mine
Why you buyin that shit?
Girl you look good while you biting that lip
I spaceshipped the coupe I can't call it a whip
You need space here from who?
You callin it quits?
I think I'm projecting, huh?
But you not a top pick
Welcome to draft day
Where yo bitch is projected
Ain't no feelings protected
Where the sympathy left at?
All them niggas they laughed at
But now they givin out lap dances
But they can't make they bag dance
Anyways, hope you enjoying Jamaica
See the glow on your skin
See the glow on your skin ohh