| Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey, uh | 
| Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey, uh | 
| You fronting for that new nigga and, and we know it, hmmm | 
| You keep fronting for that new nigga and- and we know it | 
| You blew it | 
| Uh, I know you still think about me | 
| I could tell he knows, he probably saudy | 
| No more dodging this shit, the cat and mouse | 
| Finding love in the shadows, ready to pounce | 
| They yearning for my return | 
| Laying next to him, you daydreaming of my meat | 
| You remember when I said, «Put it on my face»? | 
| Damn, girl, when will you learn? | 
| There’s no escaping me | 
| Passion never dissipates, no soul without your mate, relate | 
| Man, I could’ve never fathomed | 
| Hate you mingling with these corny niggas, though I don’t care how it happened | 
| It’s cool now, 'cause I’m home | 
| Sloppiest sex, the best way, we’re both giving dome | 
| Uh-uh, until the break of dawn | 
| I gotta, getcha, getcha, getcha on, on | 
| You know I’m the only one to get you revved up | 
| Spread it open, pound it 'til it’s numb, yum | 
| In bed you would play a vision that’s too thotty | 
| Like, what’s on your mind, babe? | 
| One blink and you’re caught lying | 
| Lying, lying entirely to everyone | 
| Distant yearnings and fantasies | 
| Keep lying, you keep lying entirely to everyone | 
| There isn’t another soul who knows your soul | 
| Like I, quite like I, quite like I, quite like I | 
| Yeah, quite like I, quite like I | 
| (Quite like…) | 
| «I'm so through with him,» she says | 
| «I hate her,» he says | 
| The makeup sex is electric | 
| He smiles her gazes | 
| Her sun on gray weeks | 
| Translates her heartbeat | 
| «My leg’s shakin',» she says | 
| He grabs the back of her neck | 
| And they live a little, mmm | 
| And they live a little | 
| Give a little | 
| Lying, lying entirely to everyone | 
| Distant yearnings and fantasies | 
| Keep lying, you keep lying entirely to everyone | 
| There isn’t another soul who knows your soul | 
| Like I, quite like I, quite like I, quite like I | 
| You fronting for that new nigga and, and we know it | 
| Hmmm, hmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm | 
| The curse of once dating an awesome nigga | 
| Can’t duck my energy, ever | 
| Such a curse is a curse if you make it so | 
| Which means we in control until forever | 
| So stop wasting your fucking chi | 
| Stop searching, chasing your tail | 
| Running in circles to no destination | 
| Remember we once saved each other from hell? | 
| I’m never tryna persuade | 
| You gotta figure what you want in you | 
| I’ll be clear, I’m a hell of a man | 
| Flaws and all, somebody would love to have me, too | 
| But you can tell I’m bored with these hoes | 
| Sex is weak when there isn’t a glow | 
| Takes a man longer to see this fact | 
| Women are quicker with this type of shit, we know | 
| Uh, uh, show me the lane, dude | 
| I’ll be speeding down that bitch, I’m going straight to you | 
| Uh, always knew you still thought about me | 
| Now cut the doubt | 
| Lying, lying entirely to everyone | 
| Distant yearnings and fantasies | 
| Keep lying, you keep lying entirely to every one | 
| There isn’t another soul who knows your soul | 
| Like I, quite like I, quite like I, quite like I | 
| Yeah, quite like I, quite like I | 
| (Quite like…) |