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