On My Frequency

Said you was always in doubt I let you crash in my house Type to be all in the streets so i gave you so many outs Wasted my time and money Ain't shit about playing me funny 'Cause when i get back at yo ass Don't wanna hear none of that crying And saying i'm mad Now i gotta get back to the old me Man ain't none of these hoes gone control me Block a bitch out like a goddamn goalie If he wanna talk, he better hope i'm feeling holy How it feel when you sitting in the back seat? Beat a dude to the white meat In his feels, you would think this boy was a pisces If you saw what i see I ain't tripping My time was yours but you was eager to tell me how you ain't looking for more Gave you my love and you closing the door Massaging my heart but it's still feeling sore A real one i couldn't obtain Asked you why and you couldn't explain Now you realize me and them ain't the same But i had to move on just to end my pain Said you was always in doubt I let you crash in my house Type to be all in the streets so i gave you so many outs Wasted my time and money Ain't shit about playing me funny 'Cause when i get back at yo ass Don't wanna hear none of that crying And saying I'm mad Going up in flames, gotta give you hell For real Where that bag? F*ck sex appeal And niggas want more but can't provide Think you slick, all them times you lied Screenshots in my phone from yo bullshit Don't be mad when you see how i use this To be honest these boys all useless Beat em so bad, leave a wack hoe toothless