Like a sprained ankle boy I aint nothin to play wit
Okay I'll be honest girl I can't lie I miss you.
I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is.. She call and tell me 'be here before the sun up', I be dressed before we hung up
Everybody talks and everybody listens, and somehow the truth just always comes up missin.
Imma kill it I promise this, I know you mad.
They wanna see me pick back up, well where'd I leave it at?