[Intro: Giveon]

See you in the city looking all pretty

But I pretend you don't make sense

See you in the city looking all pretty

But I pretend you don't make sense

Delete your number, damn I wish I had it right by now

Delete your number girl

Michaels on the Track

Ali

[Verse 1: Z1]

Say

Ion like yo South Kentucky drawl

Now I got my back against the wall

Now we talking "really is that all?''

Now we talking "really did you call?"

Always frontin' never got my back

Always tripping laces ain't attached

Great performance loving how you act

We ain't talking, you just answer back

I be guessing whеre the fuck you at

I be strеssing cus I know it's bad

I be stressing cus, you like to ghost

You don't pick up calls, I give you my all

You ain't give it back, not even half

I don't understand, like where is you at?

Like where is you, I guess from your posts

Cause you never told

Guess I'm a keeper cause you claiming goals

Keep me a secret so nobody knows

Nobody knows not even the hoes

Not even your friends, no matter how close

Not even your mama

I used to call her Sundays bout the drama

I never lied I was keeping it honest

Seems like you were feeding me nonsense

I ate it up

I was gripping your thighs

You was gripping my mind

We used to talk all thru the night

Left me here broke, always together but now we alone

I might quit this shit and just go

Might just hit that spliff and lay low

Alright

[Outro]

I'm just really lost right now, like nigga what?

How do you always demanding excellence when you out here being basic

I just be wondering if the destination of this relationship is really worth you driving me insane