Bryson Tiller, EST Gee - Sabotage lyrics

Long as I know you been good to me
I'll be good to you
You ain't gotta worry about
Me when I gotta leave town and it
Seems like I'm in a hurry out
Or when I gotta be around these
Bitches who just wanna throw out
I'm the one that they heard about
I'm the one that they heard about
I be in this bitch
Circulatin' 'round town, yeah
Through word of mouth
How to make it to west coast when
We was posted in dirty south?
No tellin' where this came from, girl
Pay no mind to it
Wonder if I got you in mind
When I'm doin' whatever I'm doin'

Wanna be transparent
But I don't wanna say too much
And cause any more damage
(More damage to you)
I know you can't stand
When I'm questionin'
You about things I could manage
You don't understand it
I could have had you all to myself
But now you runnin' 'round
With somebody else
And it's fuckin' with my mental health

Shit, yeah, when did I get left?
I love you to death
But you believin' a lie you told yo' self
If I hit, then I don't miss, I pay rents
I buy whips
I don't trip, them is gifts
Make sure I'm missed
Whenever you with him like
When I grabbed yo' hair and
Pulled you off the tip
Then I spit, then we kissed
Then you switched
I admit
I played a part in us
Actin' like we ain't exist
I always thought you wanted to
Treat this like a job
Why you quittin'?
Couple I be hittin', but that's it
What part of that you don't get?
When I fell low in my strength
That's when I came over to vent
Drop the D, blowin' her grip, she grabbin'
Controllin' the dick
Losin' control, it's intense
I made her bend over again
All them moments that we spent
You doin' that same moanin' for him
All that game and that lil' change and
Shit I throwed you off the strip
Guess the old me didn't fit in the
Future life you chose to live
I guess I ain't really lit
I guess I ain't really him
I guess I ain't really daddy
I guess I should be embarrassed, huh, huh
Okay

(Yeah, I)
I wanna be transparent
But I don't wanna say too much
And cause any more damage
(More damage to you)
And I know you can't stand when I'm
Questionin' you about things I could manage
You don't understand it
I could have had you all to myself
Now you runnin' 'round with somebody else
(And it's fuckin' with my, and
It's fuckin' with my mental
Yeah)
Fuckin' with my mental

When I, when I come over to talk, yeah
Yeah, I drop the D, I'm hittin' them walls
Yeah, I made her bend over and all
You doin' that same moanin' for y'all
Mmhmm, what the fuck, man?
Mmhmm, what the fuck, man?
I guess, I guess I ain't really
I guess I ain't really daddy
I guess I should be embarrassed