Calling me out,
Trynna call my bluff,
Question my love,
Like it ain't enough,
Calling it doubt,
You don't talk you shout,
Question my trust,
Like it ain't enough.
And it's f*ck you,
Think I can't get no one above you,
To the left like quarter too,
Walk a mile in them abandoned shoes.
Trynna put me down,
Stomp me to the ground,
Yh you like when I'm beneath you,
Was sexually, now it's evil,
Hoping I'd forgive you,
In time, they say wounds heal,
But these scars in my memory,
Will never fade, fore they teach me.
And it's f*ck you,
Think I can't get no one above you,
To the left like quarter too,
Walk a mile in them abandoned shoes.