F*****g Fans

I'm still working on me

And I'm coming back better for you (I'm comin' back, oh-ooh)

Most times it was my selfishness and your helplessness

That I took advantage of

You sit in the house and I be out and I know you're worried, uh

(I know you're worried, you're worried, you're worried)

And you try block it out

I'm so sorry for letting you down (oh-oh, oh-ah)

I should've came home, came home sooner

You'd probably still be there if I

Came home, love you like I treat ya

You'd still be there

My girl, my lil' baby speechless

You'd still be there, baby

I'm still working on me (work it)

And I'm coming back with a plan

And there's money in my hand, baby (work it)

You said I was fucking up when I was out here fucking fans

Damn, and it made you look crazy

Made you seem, made you feel, it was crazy (ooh-ah)

While you sit in the house, I be out and you stay worried about me (oh)

Ayy, yeah

Nights when I just needed to hold somebody

Feeling overwhelmed, should've told somebody

Picturin' it's me sending chills through your body

I just probably should've chilled 'til I saw you

How am I supposed to get to know somebody?

Nigga left his 20s and I still wanna party

I can not be trusted on my own with nobody

I can not be

If we broke it off then you know it wasn't painless

If she got a watch then you know it's not a stainless

I was out here fucking fans, I was shameless

Yeah, and I know that

You was at the crib reading stories that they sent you

Most of that was bullshit but some of it I did do

Hard for me to justify the women I was into

Especially when the whole entire world wished they had you

Then I locked the door that night in Vegas 'cause I had to

Then I had a kid even though I never planned to

I cannot imagine when your girls gave you that news

I know that

Probably made you wanna hit the streets on everything

Probably made you wanna pour bleach on everything

Probably made you wanna kill me on everything

Yeah, trust, I know that (trust, I know)

Dialing, I'ma say two, zero, one, four

'Cause you're on the same shit that you was on before

I know you're not happy, girl, everybody know

Could see it in your boyfriend eyes at the show

Don't tell me let it go, I'm a letting go pro

You don't wanna grow but we gotta outgrow

Went six digits on the lock screen code

You crack into that ho and it's gon' be a lot of smoke

We both gettin' rich but the trust getting broke

Tear me down with words but I know that's how you cope

Cover up a lot, can't cover up your soul

Know you're not happy, girl, everybody know

(Trust, I know that, trust, I know)