Scrolling through texts just to find mine
Shooting your shot in a sweat
Left you on read on a Sunday
You ain't lost your cool yet
Come thru and chill
Boy didja check yourself
Got time to kill
Or ain't you got someone else
Turns out that I'm busy, busy that day
Boy I think that I'm better without you anyway
Cause every time you ask me to chill I think of a million things I'd rather be doing instead
Busy that day, busy that day
Tossin' em back tryna forget
Tonight you're sleeping alone
How does it feel to be that dude
Drunk and blowing up my phone
Come thru and chill
Boy betta check yourself
Is this your deal
Cause you ain't got no one else
Turns out that I'm busy, busy that day
Boy I think that I'm better without you anyway
Cause every time you ask me to chill I think of a million things I'd rather be doing
If I were you I wouldn't hold my breath
Turns out that I'm busy, busy that day
Boy I think that I'm better without you anyway
Cause every time you ask me to chill I think of a million things I'd rather be doing
(You're stupid)
Turns out that I'm busy, busy that day
Boy I think that I'm better without you anyway
Cause every time you ask me to chill I think of a million things I'd rather be doing