Quit calling me
Taunting me
You just a flaw to me
And that just ain't my problem
Boy, and honestly
I could give a damn
Who broke your heart
You can call that karma
I did what you want
You said the time was wrong
Maybe you wasn't grown enough for me
Mama wasn't fit for a queen
That's no excuse to half-love me
Always got an answer for your doings
But at what cost to me?
Three years
Shit's been dead
Six years
Still in your head
My baby been for the city
Two shots right through the chest
There he go again
Talking to Jameson
Lord help me give this up
Put memories to rest
Uh huh