Forty days, it's more than a month (Fo-forty)
I've been patient way longer than I should
I wish we could run it back now
Had to leave you in the past
I don't think I want you back now
But tell me why I can't relax
Like baby I don't like the way you act now
Why you gotta make a fucking mess?
Too lit, I'm too fly
Hop in the G5
Your girl can't get enough time from me
I'm not a role model
I roll her over and go louder
I can't be livin' no differently
Hop in that Beamer
That shit movin' differently
Way that she movin'
She look like a centipede
Crawlin' all over me
Gotta give more time to you, it's been
Forty days, it's more than a month (Fo-forty)
I've been patient way longer than I should
I wish we could run it back now
Had to leave you in the past
I don't think I want you back now
But tell me why I can't relax
Like baby I don't like the way you act now
Why you gotta make a fucking mess?
I don't think I want you back now
But tell me why I can't relax
Like baby I don't like the way you act now
Why you gotta make a fucking mess?
Yeah, I can feel you all over me
But I ain't the one
Demons really tryna get a hold of me
But I ain't the one
Yeah
Let me go
Let me go (gotta let me, let me go)
Let me go
Let me go
(Let me go-ooo)