Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I′m actually a puddle if you know me (fuck)
Step on me? I thought that we was homies (homies)
I never liked my friends and I admitted it (I admitted it)
Hit me up again, I might consider it (might consider it)
You could call my bluff when I talk way too much
Don't hit my phone again, you′re like a girl who wants to (fuck)
I guess I'm just really, really, really sick of it
You just need someone that you can kick it with
I fell in love her mind and her thighs
I could write about it for months
So I tried and I did
Then, we broke up and I cried
Oh, the cycle continues
I wanted to fix all these issues
Had to go and hibernate a little bit
Social situations had me sick of it
I was stepping out for like a whole week
Only left the crib to get the groceries
I'm actually a puddle if you know me
You′re my homie (homie)
I′m actually a puddle if you know me (know me)
(I'm actually a puddle if you)
In the end she′s the one that I wanted
Had to kick her to the side to decide, so ironic
I don't lie, so I rarely pinky promise
And I kept the rings on them
Til′ the cheese was more prominent
I'm a sucker for love
Her and I were like butter
But I got in my head
Guess I had the bread to fund her
But what about the kids, what kids?
She don′t want them for years
It makes no fucking sense
Damn!
