{Hook]

Ahh Ahhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ah huh

[Verse 1: Rob Riley]

There I go breakin' her heart again

But she's to over protective like an awning

Emotions the only thing bruised through the arguing

She's ornery at me 'cause I don't sweat her like cardigans

(Ummm)

We break up, we hate love then it's off again

We wake up, we make up and it's on again

Like a light switch, she even said I've got the right bitch

Well how come it don't feel too right then?

We day and night then but some clouds are grey

And if I ain't seeing clearly, I won't have it any other way

She said I ain't no king, I can't have it my way

She ain't say that when I ate the burger, now how that taste?

She hate it when I talk to women on IG

I say I'm just posting up showing love, no kissy face

It ain't easy but theres a wrong and a right way

And my turns coming, already got the right away

[Verse 2: Rob Riley]

Typing my life away, striving toward a brighter day

Or a mind-o-ray to get my whole mind erased

She's been on it often and now I want her off it

I want it all to go away like toilet water

But it never really does, does it?

And she never really is, is she?

Tired of fussing over what we had and what we wasn't

This whole feeling I'm feeling got me feeling dizzy

Steady spinning out of control into a tizzy

But first class flights, trips all expense paid

Or having my main squeeze in a lemon, my flavor lemonade

Been in love before but never been afraid

It's been a long time coming and nothings minute made

She talking when you gone return the favor (Hmmm)

My vision foggy, my crystal ball says go on and ask me later

Patience is wearing thin, I'm glad I'm not a waiter

Seems like it to her every need I often cater

Yeah

{Hook]

Ahh Ahhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ah huh

[Verse 3: Rob Riley]

She has her days though, I find it hard to hater

She's hot then she's cold like a refrigerator

Theres no doubt in my mind that I'm the one who made her

Though my name don't appear on that piece of paper

I'm the Joe that told her "Go on see ya later"

She kept throwing it up in my face, like a hot potato

My soul searching turned out to be an Easter egg hunt

And I've come under heat that could beat Jamaica's

Now meet your maker (uhhhhh)

You've got some 'splainin' to do

You put a spell on me, we'll I put a hit out on you

As plain as voodoo, that stain like boo boo

I'm a do me, so I suggest you do you

Maybe you too can be successful as Bono

Or kiss ass and hopefully not pass on the mono

I know sooner or later that my time'll come

So bye bye bye, that's later for hun

(hmmmmmm)