You always be calling her, she aint never answerin. You aint figured out I am the reason that she canceling
Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed. Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head.
She could have a Grammy I'd still treat her ass like a nominee.
Insecurity is an ugly thing. It makes you hate people you don't even know.
Always gone but never hard to find.. And since you can't escape me, do I ever cross your mind?
We've been living on a high, they've been talking on the low. But it's cool, know you heard it all before.