...The Make Up

Woah-oh-oh
 You know the time
 You know the time it is
 It's time we have some make up sex
 Let's fuck in the kitchen, I'm tryna make sure that you with it
 You know that I get it
 You got a spot, and you know that I hit it
 You got somebody, knew you got somebody
 And you know that nigga, he just don't hit it
 'Cause if he hit it the way that I hit it right now, you just would not be with me
 You gotta keep it a buck with yourself
 Before I chase you, I'ma fuck with myself
 Damn, I don't wan' fuck with myself
 'Cause it's lonely when I fuck with myself
 Low-key when I fuck with myself
 All of these nights of spending alone
 When I get to endin' that pussy
 You know you gon' low-key have to throw me the belt
 You told me last night when we fucked, this was the best head you ever got
 Don't lie
 You told me last night when we fucked, this was the best sex you ever got
 No, don't lie
 I'm getting chills, you and your latest new nigga cannot be for real
 You wanna blame us fuckin' on the liquor
 But you know you wanted to fuck on your feels
 Go spend your time in Texas, now you just one of my exes
 I ain't even 'bout to stress it
 'Cause when I go find me somebody better, promise that it's gon' hurt
 Yeah, it's gon' hurt
 It's gon' fuckin' hurt
 I promise that you gonna feel how I feel and that's hurt
 I'm hurtin', babe
 And I'm so ashamed