You don’t get me high anymore

You don’t make me cry anymore

I don’t even wonder why anymore

I already know you won’t walk through my door

I already know you’re laid up with some whore

And I already know she’s not even better than me

I mean maybe physically

If that’s what you’re into

Because that’s what men do

They think with their eyes

Base decisions off our thighs

It’s like y’all don’t even try

Stress hives

Nosedive

Get high

I’m fine

Bye bye

You don’t get me high, bro

You actually get me low