[Intro: EST Gee]
Huh, huh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller & EST Gee]
Long as know you’ve been good to me (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I’ll be good to you
Ain’t gotta worry ’bout (Yeah) me
When I gotta leave town and it seems like I’m in hurry, oh
Or when I gotta be around these bitches who just wanna blur you out
I’m the one that they heard about (Yes, sir)
I’m the one that they heard about
Our business been circulating ’round town, yeah, through word of mouth
I done make it to West Coast, where we were postin’ them dirty signs
No tellin’ where this came from (No tellin’ where it came from)
Girl, don’t pay no mind to it (No tellin’ where it came from)
Wonder if I got you in mind when I’m doin’ whatever I’m doin’ (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller & EST Gee]
Bein’ transparent (Yeah-yeah)
But I don’t wanna say too much and ’cause any more damage (More damage to you, yeah)
I know you can’t stand (Can’t stand) when I’m questionnin’ (I’m questionnin’ you) about things I couldn’t manage (Yeah, yeah)
If you don’t understand it (Yeah, yeah)
I could’ve had you all to myself (Yeah, yeah)
And now you’re running ’round with somebody else (Yeah, yeah)
And it’s fuckin’ (Yeah, yeah) with my mental health (Fuckin’ up my mental health)
[Verse 2: EST Gee]
Shit, damn
Whenever I get left (I get left)
I love you to death but you believin’ the lie you told yourself (You told yourselft)
If I’m hittin’, I don’t miss
I can’t risk, hop out whips
I don’t trip, demons [?], make sure I miss
Whenever you with him
Like when I grabbed your hair and pulled you off the tip
Then I speed, then we kiss (Mwah, mwah), then you switch
I admit I play the part, let’s actin’ like we ain’t exist
I always thought you only treat us like a job, why you quittin’?
A couple I been hittin’ but that’s it, what part that you don’t get?
When I feel alone in my strip, that’s when I came over to vent
Drop the D, blowin’ her grip, she grabbin’, controllin’ the dick
Losin’ control of [?], I made her bend over again
All the moments that we spent, you do that same only for him
All that game and that lil’ change, and shit I thought you out the strip
Guess the old me didn’t feel the future life you chose to live
I guess I ain’t really lit, I guess I ain’t really him
I guess I ain’t really daddy, I guess I should be embarrassed
Huh? Huh? Okay
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller & EST Gee]
(Yeah, I)
I wanna be transparent
But I don’t wanna say too much and ’cause any more damage (More damage to you)
I know you can’t stand when I’m questionnin’ (Ooh, ooh) about things I couldn’t manage
If you don’t understand it
I could’ve had you all to myself
And now you’re running ’round with somebody else
(And it’s fuckin’ with my—, and it’s fuckin’ with my—)
Fuckin’ with my mental
[Outro: EST Gee]
Just wanna, just wanna come over to talk, yeah, yeah
I drop the D, I’m bendin’ walls, yeah
I made her bend over and all
You doin’, you doin’ that same only for the dawg
Mm-hmm-mm, now what the fuck, what, uh, uh?
Mm-hmm-mm, now what the fuck?
I guess, I guess I ain’t really, I guess I ain’t really dad
I guess I should be embarrassed
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