| Like that right there | 
| It feels so African | 
| Got a little somethin' on my chest | 
| Gotta get it off, gotta get it off | 
| You say the meanest fuckin' things to me | 
| And I pretend that I don’t care | 
| But when it’s said and done and the war is won | 
| Your words are all I hear | 
| And they echo | 
| And they echo | 
| And they echo | 
| And they echo | 
| Say what you mean, mean what you say | 
| You the meanest girl, you my Tina Fey | 
| Like you out for pain, like you out for shame | 
| But you pout when I call you out your name | 
| Your words burnin' me, you’re my bird of prey | 
| When you feed your young, you regurgitate | 
| What I heard you say and reverberate | 
| But I’m a man, gotta show my vertebrae | 
| I’m the kind to wait, you can come through with | 
| You can run to it and get numb to it | 
| Treat you like the Autobahn, just sung to it | 
| Treat you like my favorite song and just jump to it | 
| Girl you waste my bluff when we makin' love | 
| Can’t take it, love, you my favorite drug | 
| You my fleur-de-lys, you disturb the peace | 
| Cause you hurtin' me, you turned to me and said | 
| Love is a potion that’s fluent, let’s keep it movin' | 
| The only thing that’s magic is moments, I’m only human | 
| The only thing that’s tragic is futures that we can ruin | 
| I pound for couple of hours, double influence | 
| Need a break from the words you’re usin' | 
| My love broke my Kevin Hart | 
| Let me explain cause I see what you’re doin' | 
| Mama said, «You don’t need to stay» | 
| Papa said, «Boy you need to pray», goddamn | 
| You say the meanest fuckin' things to me | 
| And I pretend that I don’t care | 
| But when it’s said and done and the war is won | 
| Your words are all I hear | 
| And they echo | 
| And they echo | 
| And they echo | 
| And they echo | 
| We can’t internalize the things people say to us | 
| But it make you sus, I need a break from us | 
| I used to think your attitude was a major plus | 
| Now the way you talk to me is like we breakin' up | 
| Tryna get into my zone without you makin' a fuss | 
| Like sticks and stones, your words breakin' stuff | 
| They hittin' home, but I can take a punch | 
| I’m your David Lynch, you’re my naked lunch | 
| I found space for us, found a place for us | 
| Used to pray for love, used to pray for us | 
| Would’ve gave you my blood but you gave it up | 
| My heart a house for this love but you sprayed it up | 
| You can’t take a brush, comments is tangled up | 
| In a web of emotion that’s dangerous | 
| I can’t make this up, that shit is lame as fuck | 
| I ain’t a slave but I’m out here tryna make a buck | 
| Stayin' on my hustle, I ride around and I spend it | 
| Set it into motion like butterflies to defect it | 
| Tryin' to pretend that the words are never effective | 
| Seem to work for a second but never be worth the effort | 
| I’m a man and they say I ain’t s’posed to run on emotions | 
| So I let you get away with more than you were supposed to | 
| I kept it bottled up like a note to float in the ocean | 
| Just stop myself, I’m explodin' | 
| You say the meanest fuckin' things to me | 
| And I pretend that I don’t care | 
| But when it’s said and done and the war is won | 
| Your words are all I hear | 
| And they echo | 
| And they echo | 
| And they echo | 
| And they echo |