...The Make Up

Woah-oh-oh You know the time You know the time it is It's time we have some make up sex Let's fuck in the kitchen, I'm tryna make sure that you with it You know that I get it You got a spot, and you know that I hit it You got somebody, knew you got somebody And you know that nigga, he just don't hit it 'Cause if he hit it the way that I hit it right now, you just would not be with me You gotta keep it a buck with yourself Before I chase you, I'ma fuck with myself Damn, I don't wan' fuck with myself 'Cause it's lonely when I fuck with myself Low-key when I fuck with myself All of these nights of spending alone When I get to endin' that pussy You know you gon' low-key have to throw me the belt You told me last night when we fucked, this was the best head you ever got Don't lie You told me last night when we fucked, this was the best sex you ever got No, don't lie I'm getting chills, you and your latest new nigga cannot be for real You wanna blame us fuckin' on the liquor But you know you wanted to fuck on your feels Go spend your time in Texas, now you just one of my exes I ain't even 'bout to stress it 'Cause when I go find me somebody better, promise that it's gon' hurt Yeah, it's gon' hurt It's gon' fuckin' hurt I promise that you gonna feel how I feel and that's hurt I'm hurtin', babe And I'm so ashamed