Phone Conversations (feat. Jay Young)

Hello Hey, what's up What's good, love What you doing Chillin' for real Just think about us To be honest, I don't think this is gonna work Why? What's wrong For real, I'm just tired of competing with your love For real You act like you feel me one day, and you don't the Next My bad, I'm sorry Man, I don't know, I just can't keep doing this for Real You be playing to much I don't know, baby, girl, how to feel Nowadays, man, I swear that you can't keep it real I don't know how much i can take Man, we swear we moving fast Can we even keep the pace Nowadays, man, I'm learning Cause the thoughts of us moving on, man, it got Me hurting But I'm tired of all the searching Cause I thought you was the one, man, I thought You was perfect I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired of all the games Man, I swear these shawties be the same Now I'm changing, turning all the lanes Because you hurt me, brought me too much pain But I'm done holding on To the feeling and the love, cause it's all gone Man don't really miss me now Cause I was there for you, but you never held me Down Yo, bro Yo I can't even lie to you, bro, it's just Talk to me Bro, shorty really fucking with me mentally, bro, It's just Word, like she wilding Yeah, bro, I ain't even gonna lie, like I don't even know how to feel about how she Moving, you know what I'm saying Nah, you gotta drop that, bro Oh, yeah Alright, bet, tell me what I should do F*ck all of them mind games Shawty moving slow, you on a different time Frame Shawty time change, I know you want all these Diamonds and fly things But you wilding, causing problems and drama With me Why can't you just be good and come slide up With me Tension, feel like it's a thousand degrees These hoes, they ain't got nothing on you But I'll choose them, if that means my mind is at Peace Move on, move on, I'm a move on I can't take the mental pain from you cause girl is Too strong But I like the way that you be moving in that blue Thong And you get so nasty, you would ride it with your Shoesvon That's too bad, too bad, shawty too bad I'm good off my old works, I'ma need a new draft Pull up to your crib, not in a rental In her mouth, no dental My new joint ain't fucking up my mental Get on that new shawty gang Man, I got you Shit, you ain't never led me wrong my boy.