Since you're not around for me to tell you, baby, face to faceI'm writing you this letter, and this is what I have to sayOh, I really want to use some of your timeInstead of telling lies to someone else's ownYou mind what you do for meAnd take what you did to meSince you're not around for me to tell you, baby, face to faceI'm writing you this letter, and this is what I have to sayOh, I really want to use some of your timeInstead of telling lies to someone else's ownYou mind what you do for meAnd take what you did to meWe keep on fighting through this phone, you end up cool and now you're dissing meBut secretly you're missing me, our feelings carry historyI'm stubborn, I ain't calling backYou gotta take a journey to the joyTo see me face to face, to talk your * to meOr we ain't gonna speak againSorry, I can't be your friendYou went and told your sister I'm a nutterGo and leave me then, or look me in my eye and say you hate me to deathBut you're gonna say you're sorry, babes, I'm angry, I don't mean the endAnd now we're going back and forth, I'm tired, I don't wanna talkI wanna walk away, cause if I stay, you're gonna think we're coolYou're tryna take me for a foolYou know the problem's big as hell, but as a girl you're gonna think it's smallAnd I ain't really feeling that, I don't like to feel attachedI got all this moneyI got all this moneyHow the * do I still feel attacked?People call me crazy in these streets, but I should really tapShe's the type of girl to say she love me just to hear it backManiac, so what, now it's getting longTell me what the * you wantTell me what the * you're onYou're sorry if you done me wrongI don't want your sorry, if I'm honestI just want you gone and I'ma keep it GJust stop forgetting where the * I'm fromYou already know my toxic traitI ask you questions just to listen back to what you sayThen ask you in a month, cause all the stories never say the sameI'm looking out for any change because of youI always tell my niggas, play the * gameYou better swerve my * laneGave you all these chances, but I get itI'm the one to blameI don't want this * fameI don't even want this nameTryna block the bad, I see your faceI'm full of * painYou call me back, just go awayYou're playing with my * brainI don't understand, you treat the drillerLike he's * lameWhen I'm the same niggaPutting dinner on your * plateYeah, I got a lot to say, but let me leave it thereI'll take the rest to the * graveYeah, man, it's deepMan, it's realIt's real as **, you know