You holding your phone tight
You lock it up like fort knox
Something just ain't right
Feels like you’re punching a clock
Our fire is fleeting
I've seen your type before
You're probably cheating
Late night you sneak out the door
I pretend I pretend that we’ll work it out
But you're slipping away
Reached the end reached the end if we're honest now
We'll let go today
I've seen your dms
You don't hide that shit too well
You're gone for the weekend
By Monday I'll be outta here
You say you’re different
But why your actions the same
You say I’m trippin
Truth is I'm over your game
