His new girlfriend's next
How'd I get here?
I might kill my ex
I still love him though
Rather be in jail than alone
I get the sense that it's a lost cause
I get the sense that you might really love her
The text gon' be evidence, this text is evidence
I tried to ration with you, no murders, no crime of passion
But damn, you was out of reach
You was at the farmers market with your perfect peach
Now I'm in amazement playing on my patience
Now you laying facedown
Got me saying over a beat
I'm so mature, I'm so mature, I'm so mature
Got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one will, oh