Lonely, I Can Tell

I could tell you don't want him back

I feel better when you're on my lap

He don't want your heart

So don't give it up (Yeah, yeah)

Someone come hide these car keys

As if that's gone stop me (Yuh)

Pull up to the party, five-deep

Fist bump bros, then we active (Yuh)

Look to the left, got ebonies

Look to the right, got saltines (Yuh)

Bro's in the back with a tall 'ting

I could've sworn bro's like 5'3"

Think I might've drunk text Abby

Promise I was done with her last week

If I'm one thing, I'm a big tease

And a drink guy, I don't do trees (Yuh)

Girls with a man my pet peeve

That guy better be bestie

And I'm picky, if shit gets sticky

I'm onto the next like JAY-Z

I could tell you don't want him back

I feel better when you're on my lap

He don't want your heart

So don't give it up