4MF Jai - On Your Mind Lyrics

I can't read your mind, you gotta tell me what you on
Why you tryna go?
No, I can't leave you alone
I should've listened to my first gut, your ass is cold
I ain't even trippin' bout the shit it's gettin old
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
You gotta tell me what you on
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
(You gotta tell me what you on)
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
(You gotta tell me what you on)
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
You gotta tell me what you on
Tired
Thinkin' about how you lied
I'm givin' you props you tried
The love that I had for you
Huh Damn, I think that it died
You fumbled, shawty, you fried
Nah I ain't one of these niggas that used to f*ck with, not lettin' it slide
She just used me for her bills, huh
But I don't care about the cash
She should've just kept it real, huh
I would've showed her the stash
She don't care about how I feel
Shawty just throwin' that ass
She eat like she missin' meals
I get to the door in a dash
What's on your mind?
Ain't no love
Ain't no hope
Niggas jokes
Bitches broke
Too much smoke
Shawty think she spiritual, she say she woke
She don't know
Life's a movie
Bout to give this hoe a show
I can't read your mind, you gotta tell me what you on
Why you tryna go?
No, I can't leave you alone
I should've listened to my first gut, your ass is cold
I ain't even trippin' bout the shit it's gettin old
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
You gotta tell me what you on
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
(You gotta tell me what you on)
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
(You gotta tell me what you on)
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
You gotta tell me what you on
I got her wet, bikini
Grantin' her wishes like genie
Shawty been off the martini
She actin' like she do not need me
Yeah, she act out her character
Yeah, don't wanna embarrass her
Yeah, I wanted to marry her
Yeah, but I think that I'm scared of her
Yeah, the bag gettin' heavier
She wanna go, I ain't lettin' her
She wanna go on a journey with me, but shawty just want me to carry her
I put shawty down, she ain't gettin' up
Foot on they neck, I ain't lettin' up
You said that your hoe nigga bet it up
Word on the street, you was messin' up
I can't read your mind, you gotta tell me what you on
Why you tryna go?
No, I can't leave you alone
I should've listened to my first gut, your ass is cold
I ain't even trippin' bout the shit it's gettin old
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
You gotta tell me what you on
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
(You gotta tell me what you on)
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
(You gotta tell me what you on)
(Oh, I can't read your mind)
You gotta tell me what you on