Pity Party

Why we always got fight when talk about real shit? (real shit) You wanna play house but you don't want to build on this (real shit) I got a hard time trusting what you say nowadays Got a problem with the way that you act nowadays Pity parties when things ain't going your way I don't want apologies girl it's way too late I got really high standards And she really high maintenance Guess I gotta mind my manners I didn't give comfort, I gave answers Getting tired of listening to you complain (aye) It's enough to drive Jesus insane (aye) Tryna get my attention like it's a contest This ain't what I meant when I said "do more and say less" Showing up late again to your pity party I'm showing up late again to your pity party I'm showing up late I'm showing up late I'm showing up late I don't give a (mhm) babe You don't wanna talk about it, I ain't shocked by that I'm holding you accountable, and you don't like that, girl Why you gotta act like that, huh? She said "why you gotta say it like that bro?" No matter what I do, she always playing victim Maybe I'm the problem, can't figure out what I'm missing Is it her or is it me? Maybe we just way too different Or maybe neither one of us never listening Never tipping scales when I weigh my decisions I've always struggled with commitment, never struggled with forgiveness But I struggle with mistakes that people make, cause I never forget them And then I play them back inside my mind So I can relive them, so that I never gotta go and relive them again Maybe we would be better as friends I had to break the news, had break her heart again Shawty keep on calling me on my phone, like here we go again Showing up late again to your pity party I'm showing up late again to your pity party I'm showing up late I'm showing up late I'm showing up late I don't give a...