Oh, yeah, yeah
Mm, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now I wish I could write you an album full of love songs
But I can't seem to get one 'cause this nigga keep doing wrong
Time and time again, I get to telling all my friends that
This one here is different, then you argue my point again
By making enemies of everyone and everything
With jealousies and infidelities, oh boo, you stressing me
You should be a shrink
'Cause your reversе psychology is prob' the coldest in thesе streets
Shall I proceed? Yes, indeed
Mad because in songs about my past, I mention my ex
Don't worry, nigga, you next, and this one might be my best
You tried to pimp me, but I'm a pimp
See, SD is my pedigree, you aspartame, I'm sugar-free
I digress, and I press on to the next one
Blocking hellions talking all of that
Woo, woo, woo
Talking all that woo, woo, woo

Maybe next time
Will be the right time
Oh, oh, oh
Woo, woo, ooh, wee
Maybe next time
Talking all that woo, woo
Woo, woo, ooh, wee
Maybe next time
Woo, woo, ooh, wee
Next time, next time, next time
Maybe next time
Woo, woo, ooh, wee
Next time, next time, next time
Maybe next time
Talking all that woo, woo
Woo, woo, ooh, wee
Next time, next time, next time
Maybe next time