My problem, my problem
That I keep on going back
You gone regret
The day that I leave
And that's a fact
Even though I love you
I'm gone have to say goodbye
No calling no texting
Baby, yeah, I'm back outside
Don't be calling
And texting my phone
You about to get blocked
I call this one chick
Curry-ana, she be shooting her shot
Leave me, that's a sure way
To go and lower your stock
Thought you always
Had a nigga back
But you a, opp
But that's life
I ain't gone sweat it
I get even
Got a chick twisted up
Like a pretzel
In the four season
Stalking my Insta stories
Now yo ass begging and pleadin'
Talkin' bout that it's no beef
What the fuck is you, vegan
Now I'm back outside, back outside
And it feels great, yeah
I'm taking all the baddest bitches down
Ain't nobody safe
No love, no heart
I put that shit
All the way back in the safe
I know I usually go back
This time, man, that ain't the case
My problem, my problem
That I keep on going back
You gone regret
The day that I leave
And that's a fact
Even though I love you
I'm gone have to say goodbye
No calling no texting
Baby, yeah, I'm back outside
