作词 : A. Graham/S. Wilson/M. McCollum/A. Hernández/J.E. Thomas

作曲 : A. Graham/S. Wilson/M. McCollum/A. Hernández/J.E. Thomas

Yeah

Y'all might want to skip this one this is a harsh truth

Yeah, a hard truth

Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why

Drake can't rap like the same old guy

It's 'cause I don't know how anymore

I don't know how, yup

I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken

In a half I try to joke and laugh

But I just don't know how anymore

Look, I don't know how, yup

To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me

Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter

Can't get a tan from your phone light

Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out the shame room

Maybe you could start gettin' involved in some shit when you're not involved

Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall

What's your baby shoes size? Could tell by the laces

They tight or you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life

And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's lead

For a month on Colombia and now everything bigger

Even your attitude is bigger

Your appetite growing

Your nigga is not even a star in QB

That on the field before the game, he just practicin'

Throwing what happened to selling real estate

Where all that was going

All your captions lately talkin' about happy and glowin'

All of that snappin' and posin'

Whole time he jealous of your past, who the **** was your last

Asking questions about niggas, then you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him

Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse

Lying through your teeth, scared of letting'your skeletons loose

But you stick around, because who's out there that's better for you?

Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose

But he wants you covering it up so your dresses is loose

Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced

Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced

Good Lord, more weeks of recovery clinics

Front like you love every minute

You getting pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit

Meanwhile that nigga out in my city ****in' all b*****s

If they even mention me and showin' me love then it's finished

Jealous? Damn, niggas, damn

Then you got the ones that travel across the globe

Everythin' is paid, they don't need a man

Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan

You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand

I'm never ****in' you ,so take that out your plans

I'm good on all you, niggas, 'till the ring is on my hand

Then I search your name, find you on the ground

Click the linktree and see you suckin' d**k on cam, what the ****?

Oh, hell, no

It can't be

Not Mrs. Independent, dude

Nah

So, uh

Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why

Drake can't rap like the same old guy

It's 'cause I don't know how anymore

I don't know how, yup

I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken

In a half I try to joke and laugh

But I just don't know how anymore

Look, I don't know how, yup

To all the ladies on my case would you look on their face

Allow me to put these bums right back in their place

For all the niggas who act twelve

The fake gangsters with them the ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve

Daddy's not the only ones worried about strikin' a pose

You ordering one bottle to split between five of the bros

All your booze think it's halloween and they went ghost

That's when you go Miami on the Gram and you rent boats

And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like french toast you boys becomin' detectives but ain't in no trench coats

I would never guess that's you, niggas, is this crazy?

She took d**k in Ibiza, you turnin' the d**k tracy

You niggas so jaded

Actin' Hulk tough but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated

She settled for an NBA star, that's through playin'

Instead she got an NBA fan, that's too can

She lookin' for high ground, hate being tied down

She loved you for the first year but those feelings died down

She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still

You don't own a steering wheel so you can't even drive down

You down loaded to my Mercedes after some time now

The track when she ride 'round

You know where she goin' before she did raise eyebrows

You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes

You niggas desire the line

She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times

You sold her a dream talkin' that give you the world shit

Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds in perth shit

I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girl's trip

She met a guy, she met a guy that ain't just gettin' by a better guy

She about to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly

You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts

She like, "Shh, quiet everybody, the game started

My new boo whoopin' tonight and he said he played the garden

He said if I ain't watching and that ain't started"

She point to the guy that she talkin' about it and it's James Harden

Damn, dog

Lost your, lost your girl to the Sniper, huh?

13, good God

I feel for you, bro

Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why

Drake can't rap like the same old guy

It's 'cause I don't know how anymore

I don't know how, yup

I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in a half

I try to joke and laugh

But I just don't know how anymore, love

I don't know how, yup

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