Oh, oh

Late night pharmacy runs
You grippin' my dick while I'm grippin' my gun
Cousin a day trader, not looking out for anyone
St. Alizé at Port Beach, stepped outside the movie theatre
So you could call me, bad news
Watch the
And I was having a good week
You could've just texted me

It had been two years
I was still recovering
And I love Jesus
But God damn, he's testing me
Bitch ass, you could've just texted me
It took you this long to say you're sorry
You could've just texted me
You could've just texted me

I've done my part, knowing my absence was enough
Does it feel good, knowing how much you done messed me up?
I been getting fresh air and meditating
No longer care about this conversation
You feel guilty? Well that's good for you
I will pause state and find us come kind of truth
Holler if you feel me

It had been two years
I was still recovering
And I love Jesus (Jesus)
But God damn, he's testing me (oh)
Bitch ass, you could've just texted me
It took you this long to say you're sorry
It had been two years
I was still recovering
And I love Jesus (Jesus)
But God damn, he's testing me (oh)
Bitch ass, you could've just texted me
It took you this long to say you're sorry
You could've just texted me (you could've been texting me)
You could've just texted me (you could've been texting me)
You could've just texted me (me)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)