I got a baddie, her hand fit mine like a gloveYeah, she was sent from my bodyYeah, she was sent from the heavensShe's a angelShe relieve all my stressin'I know she like how I'm dressin'Ayo, P-22, Cortez, in track suitNavy, 4C, Pima, coupe, risin' aroundShe askin' about when am I gonna say I doShe askin' about when am I gonna say I doNow you're makin' faces at meYou're makin' facesNow you're makin' faces at meYou're makin' facesOut in the cold, my fingers are numbOpen cuts, I bleed outAlcohol to clean the woundsSober force to clean itWho would've thought you was right all along?Your lines had no meaningI'm not a liar, but I don't want you to find all the facts that I leave outLike, when I told them that I gave a * when I didn'tWhen I saw all of the things they ain't want me to seeYeah, somehow I still kept it hiddenSomehow became who I wanted to beI gave you * when I know that I shouldn'tWay that you ask, I just know that I couldn't say noI just couldn't say noCuz you're makin' faces at meNow you're makin' facesNow you're makin' faces at meNow you're makin' facesNow you're makin' faces at meNow you're makin' faces at meNow you're makin' faces at meNow you're makin' facesNow you're makin' faces at meNow you're makin' facesNow you're makin' faces at meNow you're makin' facesYou're making faces at me, you're making facesYou're making faces at me, you're making facesAll I do is think about youDo you think about me?Do you think about me?