Falling back in line

But I don't wanna leave your love behind

Baby I am waiting for a sign

(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

I see you every time I close my eyes

(Yuh)

Yuh, yuh, yuh

She tryna play me, Atari

Ain't fuck with my heart enough

Whippin' the coupe, no Amari

I ride with my dawgs, no Marley

She think love a joke, but hardly, uh

I guess she ain't smart enough

Hop on the mic, Millie Bobby

Bitches ain't never been sorry, nah

She never gave me a warning (warning)

I saw the signs and ignored 'em (ignored 'em)

Somehow I still got rewarded

I mean just look at her body, it's gorgeous

She think I'm flyin' too high, I'm in orbit

I been on track, no not a Nordic

You know the run about to be historic

Pull out your shit, you might wanna record it

Just wait 'til the crib is enormous, huh

Estate with a whole lotta storage

She take me to court to get back what I shorted her

Everybody know shawty a liar, she taking your side

But when it get ugly, she just wanna fight

Cuz when you get hit, it's an eye for an eye

Ho, why all the hate? We could just say goodbye

She tryna play me, Atari

Ain't fuck with my heart enough

Whippin' the coupe, no Amari

I ride with my dawgs, no Marley

She think love a joke, but hardly, uh

I guess she ain't smart enough

Hop on the mic, Millie Bobby

Bitches ain't never been sorry, nah

Got it in my hands (yuh)

I'm bouta take flight, I need a Xan (yessir)

Must've got too high, I never landed

But I still take a bow like Peter Pan

She hit my line like Lindsay Lohan

I'm still blocked on Instagram (uh huh)

She talkin' bout "Hi, it's me, I need a friend"

Think I'll pass on that like Lisa Ann, woo

I just pulled up in a brand new Mercedes (vroom)

Ridin' with bitches, they hotter than Haiti (goddamn)

Now that you chillin' in Hell down with Hades

I'm gettin' hotter than celsius, 80 (woo)

I need a blunt - know Imma face it

Shoot me a shot - know Imma lace it

Time in the game got me feelin' like Naismith

Narrow the gap 'til I fucking erase it

She tryna play me, Atari

Ain't fuck with my heart enough

Whippin' the coupe, no Amari

I ride with my dawgs, no Marley

She think love a joke, but hardly, uh

I guess she ain't smart enough

Hop on the mic, Millie Bobby

Bitches ain't never been sorry, nah