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How things got left, just ain't right. My text left on read, you deaf? That's dead, this ain't life
Wish there was no trouble, and I did you better, how I feel before your name
M-I- double-cricket letter, penning letters, like
Do you remember that November, you moved from memory lane, returned to sender
I hit your insta, oh, there's a mister. Oh, you's a mrs. now, he give you what I didn't
I guess you was missing vows, while I dreamt of us cohabitating
You walk down the aisle, I fake smile, congratulations
I keep it low, not trying to stir up a whirlwind
You more like my wife, while you really someone's girlfriend
I'm really someone's boyfriend, you view me as your groom
So, what say you to going half on jumping a broom
Sounds like confessions of a side nigga
Your man calls me the I wish he would die, nigga
Fuck it, that amongst other feelings is shared
While my words hit your ears, like the hearing impaired, till other feelings is shared