Either we're fucking or we're falling out, but that's your fault now

They say you say the most maddest things when you're angry

I fling on that black sheet cos you assume that I'm anti

And her dreams are standing with Jesus, sandles and Maxi's

She doesn't want no attention

Them niggas can take the back seat

She Rosa Parks 'em and texts 'em they ain't important

They text her she just ignores them

They stress her, got not decorum, she only rings out of boredom

She never been into foursomes

And four while drive is so foreign

And our conversations ain't awkward

We talk to 4 in the mornin', she jump, I'm here recording and stuff

My time is money, she don't cry 'bout her portions

I hate what's on her mind but her cranium is so awesome

And that's probably why

Either we're fucking or we're falling out, but that's your fault now

So why do you pick up the phone for?

We're fucking or we're falling out, but that's your fault now

I thought we sorted it out, always falling out man

4 in the mornin', she jump, I'm here recording and stuff

My time is money, she don't cry 'bout her portions

I hate what's on her mind but her cranium is so awesome

And that's probably why

Either we're fucking or we're falling out, but that's your fault now

That's it stop playing on the phone now, she's jarrin'