I’m actually a puddle if you know me (****) Step on me? I thought that we was homies (homies) I never liked my friends and I admitted it (admitted it) Hit me up again, I might consider it (might consider it) You could call my bluff when I talk way too much Don’t hit my phone again, you’re like a girl who wants to (****) I guess I’m just really really really sick of it You just need someone that you can kick it with I fell in love her mind and her thighs I could write about it for months So I tried and I did Then we broke up and I cried Oh the cycle continues I wanted to fix all these issues Had to go and hibernate a little bit Social situations had me sick of it I was stepping for like a whole week Only left the crib to get the groceries I’m actually a puddle if you know me You’re my homie I’m actually a puddle if you know me (I’m actually a puddle if you-) In the end she’s the one that I wanted Had to kick her to the side to decide, so ironic I don’t lie, so I rarely pinky promise And I kept the rings on them Til’ the cheese was more prominent I’m a sucker for love Her and I were like butter But I got in my head Guess I had the bread to fund her But what about the kids, what kids? She don’t want them for years It makes no ****ing sense... damn