Fucking Fans

I’m still working on me
And I’m coming back better for you
Most times it was my selfishness and your helplessness that I took advantage of
You’d sit in the house and I’d be out and I know you’re worried of (I know you’re worried)
And you tried to block it out
I’m so sorry for letting you down

I should’ve came home, came home sooner
You’d probably be better if I
Came home, love you like I treat you
You’d still be there
My girl, my lil’ baby speechless
You’d still be there, baby

I’m still working on me (work it)
And I’m coming back with a plan and there’s money in my hands (work it)
You said I was fucking up while I was out here fucking fans damn and it made you crazy
Made you seem made you feel it was crazy
While you sit in the house, I’ll be out and you stay worried about me (oh)

Ay, yeah
Nice when I just needed to hold somebody
Feeling overwhelmed should’ve told somebody
Picture and it’s me sending chills through your body
I just probably should’ve chilled till I saw you
How am I supposed to get to know somebody
Nigga left his 20s and I still wanna party
I can not be trusted on my own with nobody
I can not be
If we broke it off then you know it wasn’t painless
If she got a watch then you know it’s not a stainless
I was out here fucking fans I was shameless
Yeah and I know that
You was at the crib reading stories that they sent you
Most of that was bullshit but some of it I did do
Hard for me to justify the women I was into
Especially when the whole entire world wished they had you
Then I locked the door that night in vegas ‘cause I had to
Then I had a kid even though I never planned to
I cannot imagine when your girls gave you that news
I know that
Probably made you want to hit the streets on everything
Probably made you want to pour bleach on everything
Probably made you want to kill me on everything
Yeah, trust I know that (trust I know)
Dialing I’ma say two zero one four
‘Cause you’re not on the same shit that you was on before
I know you’re not happy, girl, everybody know
Could see it in your boyfriend’s eyes at the show
Don’t tell me let it go, I’m a letting go pro
You don’t wanna grow but we got to outgrow
Went six digits on the lock screen code
You’re bragging to that hoe and it’s gon’ be a lot of smoke
We both getting rich but the trust getting broke
Tear me down with words but I know that’s how you cope
Cover up a lot can’t cover up your soul
I know you’re not happy, girl, everybody know
(Trust I know that)