She ain't text me all the time, I think I'm on to something

I think she had some bad emotions way too long or something

I wanna know is this shit true, or is this really nothing?

I'm done with giving you my all, I'm done with all the fussing

I'm done with thinking about this shit, it gives my head concussions

It hurt my soul, you said forever, now we're really done with

On my soul

You the one I'm cuffing

On God

(Oh-woah)

I told you a while back that this could not happen, but I'm done attracting you

You're sitting here probably laughing, but I sit in sadness while I think about passing through

LA with those beautiful buildings

You know I loved it when I came to your city

I contemplate it when you say that you miss me

But the connection that we had is what kills me