L. Lane

Why do I try?

Woah, woah

One more try

Oh, woah woah

Uh

All it took was two seconds

To let me know

What you got going on

In your head, can you deal with resentment?

What you gon' do with that?

If I don't come running back, no

You gon' be sick to your stomach

Punching the air

Give it one view, perspectives

Like the proof ain't right there

You'll be sick to your stomach

Punching the air

Thinking how could she catch it?

Cause the proof is right there, right there

Oh oh oh

The proof is right there

Cause the proof is right there

Oh no

The proof is right there

So I got a question for you

Do you think I stupid?

Do I got it written on my face?

I be too caught up in my music?

To witness all your sneaky ways

Trying to avoid the case, yeah

I'm running out of sunny days, oh yeah

You supposed to be my happy place, so no

I don't wanna hear that shit

I'm sick of it

How you gon' deny that it ain't what it is?

She posted up with you like y'all more than friends

With benefits, this ain't making sense

No

Are you serious right now?

This just ain't making sense

Tell me the truth, tell me the truth

You gon' be sick to your stomach

(Sick to your stomach)

Punching the air

(Punching the air)

When you see someone else love me

Cause you never played fair

You'd be sick to your stomach

Punching the air

Cause I left you with nothing

But regret and despair, despair

Oh, whoa, whoa

The proof is right there

It's right there

Cause the proof is right there

Oh, no

Regret and despair