[Verse 1] Fuck your mind up, waste time I’m prone to that, do it all the time Keep your guard up or wait in line You don’t need me, please believe me This ain’t easy, you know I’ve been feindin’ Let me unleash my demons on you [Chorus] What’s the word? Tell me what you've heard Don’t tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts When I get you to myself, it's murder What’s the word? Tell me what you've heard Don’t tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts When I get you to myself, it's murder [Verse 2] What you mean, you and me? I’m here all by myself You around, she’s around, let's be polite and not leave her out What the fuck you call this? Hopeless, not romantic I ain’t got no kids, so don’t be so childish You be wildin’, I be wildin’, too But not like you, shit, maybe a little like you Maybe we ain’t so different, maybe I be trippin', too [Chorus] What’s the word? Tell me what you've heard Don’t tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts When I get you to myself, it's murder What’s the word? Tell me what you've heard Don’t tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts When I get you to myself, it's murder [Verse 3] If he was a winner Girl, you wouldn’t have to worry 'bout a damn thing If I was up in it, shit, I bet a pound that I'd put it down Make you forget that you was ever with him And I hate talking 'bout my stroke game But girl, I’m giving you the whole thing I could put like 25 on your finger, five for your shades So you can’t see these other niggas They won’t call you again, that’s enough I could see you’re wasting time Would you pay it out to me? You’re in the wrong hands I just want to clock in, night and day, I'll stay I’ll be more open if you keep it open [Outro] Let me hear that
Fuck your mind up, waste time I'm prone to that, do it all the time Keep your guard up or wait in line You don't need me, please believe me This ain't easy, you know I've been feindin' Let me unleash my demons on you What's the word? Tell me what you've heard Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts When I get you to myself, it's murder What's the word? Tell me what you've heard Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts When I get you to myself, it's murder What you mean, you and me? I'm here all by myself You around, she's around, just be polite and not leave her out What the fuck you call this? Hopeless, not romantic I ain't got no kids, so don't be so childish You be wildin', I be wildin', too But not like you, shit, maybe a little like you Maybe we ain't so different, maybe I be trippin', too What's the word? Tell me what you've heard Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts When I get you to myself, it's murder What's the word? Tell me what you've heard Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts When I get you to myself, it's murder You ain't gotta worry Bout a thing, bout a thing You ain't gotta worry Bout a thing, bout a thing If he was a winner Girl, you wouldn't have to worry 'bout a damn thing If I was up in it, shit, I bet a pound that I'd put it down Make you forget that you was ever with him And I hate talking 'bout my stroke game But girl, I'm giving you the whole thing I could put like 25 on your finger, five for your shades So you can't see these other niggas They won't call you again, that's enough I could see you're wasting time Would you pay it out to me? You're in the wrong hands I just want to clock in, night and day, I'll stay I'll be more open if you keep it open
When the beats switches, it feels like Brent is whispering that last verse in his girl (who is not his girl) ear before he about beat it down from the BACK.
