[Hook]

You don't kiss me no more

You just put your lips on, autopilot

[Verse]

Now while you movin' and groovin' to the funky sound

I'ma let you know exactly how this shit go down

Month one, that's when you meet shawty at a gatherin'

Sip a little Henn Rock and start babblin'

Talkin' 'bout takin' her out to expensive clubs

Describing yourself as the nigga you wish you was

Month two, that's when you start to wonder 'bout her whereabouts

Cause she in her bedroom, sweatin' her mascara out

And you be tappin' it right

Tellin' all ya niggas she got the best ass you had in your life

Month three

That's when it gets a little more intimate

Cause you realize she got benefits

And she straight cook for a nigga, read books for a nigga

Hit the studio, even sing a hook for a nigga

Months four through six that's when you start stressin'

Cause she wanna ask so many questions

Like, "Baby where are we goin'?" and "Will you ever leave me?"

And "In a year from now where exactly do you see me?"

Month seven, you know the ends are waitin'

Cause y'all both need space like a constellation

And she tries your patience but you know that it's best for you

And you know that's what you better do

Then she says to you...

[Hook]