We Don't Make Sense

I'd rather chase a check than check on you

And I'd rather chase a flex than flex on you

I'd rather count it up than have to count on you

I'd rather be on my own than be with you

I'd rather be a hoe than have to hold you down

I gotta be on go, I'd rather go around

Give you a piece of my mind

The last thing that you'll get from me

We don't make sense

Yeah, yeah

We don't make sense

I did the math and everything and baby, we don't make sense

Yeah

We don't make sense

Seven thirty in the morning, why you texting on me?

You dissed me, why you checkin' on me?

Your words used to be sweet, they turned to weapons on me

So I pulled a you on you, thanks for the lesson homie

If you pulled a me on me that shit would boss you up

I put a hesi on my love for you to cross you up

When you look me in the eyes askin' if we're falling off

I'd rather lie and say I love you when you say you love me

Than start a fight out in public that turns to a scene

You're shooting shots like you're Vegas but this not GME

My life a movie but there ain't no happy endings with me

I'm on the

I'm on the road for the summer

I'm hopping flights for the summer

I'm on the boat for a summer

I'm on a

I'm going Monaco for the summer, yeah

I'm on a

I'd rather chase a check than check on you

And I'd rather chase a flex than flex on you

I'd rather count it up than have to count on you

I'd rather be on my own than be with you

I'd rather be a hoe than have to hold you down

I gotta be on go, I'd rather go around

Give you a piece of my mind

The last thing that you'll get from me

We don't make sense

Yeah, yeah

We don't make sense

I did the math and everything and baby, we don't make sense

Yeah

We don't make sense

Look

From you I had to get distant, hopped on a flight cause I'm trippin'

Across the world, still I'm bugging, 'cause girl, you stuck in my luggage

I'm hopping flights tryna lose you, changed my number and addy

I wasn't lost when you found me, but I was lost when you had me, I had to

Pack up all my thoughts again and get away

I got you everything but you can't get your way with me

My first mistake was thinking you're my queen but girl your last mistake was thinking I won't leave

'Cause all you do is test me, stress me, I put my neck out and you dess me

I just put up with it 'cause you sexy and you know that

The fire of our love's been burning dim so don't blow that

We don't make sense

Yeah

We don't make sense

I did the math and everything and baby, we don't make sense

Yeah

We don't make sense