Quana . ., Pt. 3

I'm looking for the words to say to you

I packed my bags and I moved to the A for you

I left my crib to come stay with you

All the shit we been through and I still wont play with you

Looking in the mirror facing all my demons

The crib was dead empty like they came and cleaned it

I mean you told me you was leaving I ain't know you mean it

And I swear I never told Asha all that shit she said I said about ya

I ain't put you on that plane to Puerto Rico so I put you on a helicopter

I'm in the peach state of Georgia where its BBL'S and peach cobbler

Now Monique don't even wanna speak

I ain't get that Louie bag I was being cheap

You ain't make me buy your love you gave it out for free

I was down 40bands I made it back in weeks

So why I keep bringing up Raheem

Why when I'm talking to you low you wanna go and scream

Why when I tell you how I fell you wanna make a scene

Why do you keep reminding me about the shit I did in 2017

Whoa

I admit I hold grudges and I play the victim

And my mother keep on saying I don't never listen

And your mother violated with no consequences

And I still love your mother even though its tension

And you did a couple things that I ain't never mention

Yeah

Part three your body done and you embodied it

Before the body homebody now you partying

Before the body we was in the crib arguing

You running back and telling everybody I'm starting it

Cartier glasses Celine cardigan

Your friends be watching everything you do a audience

They see you do it they wanna do it they be copying

So of course when you running back to them

And telling everything I did they gonna show some type of biasness

Yeah

You give a centimeter I take a inch

My bitch is really out here fucking with another bitch

Going on dates and throw it in my face

Is this why you wanted space

Turks and Caicos Ruth Chris steaks and baked potatoes

40 Dollar burgers with no tomatoes