RIN - Started with a lie Lyrics

She askin' me my sign, but she don't believe in signs
We gon' start this off with lies She told me that's so virgo of you
Pick a random date, is that the line you use with guys
I guess I start with a lie to
She told me she despise outside
But her history will tell another side
Used to have a ride or die
Guess I'm so bad that that girl would rather die
Cause where the f*ck she at
I should get a tat for every time I got attached
Ain't that what they mean by wear your heart on your sleeve
Why do we say vows if we just gon' end up leavin
I still believe in love, so baby call me
We could be the SKU, you could find me in the back
Like a retail shoe, you don't gotta know my schedule, my love
Baby, you should just call, call me
Anytime, call, call me
You should call me
You should call me
I'm tired, I am
I'm tired of hi backs, I'm tired of callbacks
I hate all the lingo, the girlies use like big backs
I'm tired of kodaks, no more photo shoots
Locked in tunnel vision, don't wanna see no one lose
I'm tired of flashbacks at night when I'm thinkin' of you
I got a business to run, so why am I runnin' to you
I'm tired of holdin' your hand, I mean metaphorically so
You don't do nothin' alone, no metaphorics to go
This not a rotary phone I feel like I wish that it was
So you could take some time to reconsider for makin' a call
I could be a liar, but I feel like I want y'all to know
You're not gon' be the reason what I'm building gon' end up and fall
I'm tired of jenga' with you, I'm tired of memory
When you bringin' up every issue, I'm tired of war
Girl, you got me, you too official
No more games, if I was ref, I would blow the whistle
I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm just, I'm tired don't mean I'm done
I'm tired of hi backs, I'm tired of callbacks
No more photo shoots, I'm done with the photo ops
I'm done with the Instacops, federal warrior shit
You don't do nothin' but hate, till they awarded with shit
Then you go claim, you was right beside him, you reposado
Fifth bottle down, when you gon' realize you got a problem
I dance to the don song, I respect a club song
But don't you think the shit that you digest does some
Don't you think the way that he live gon' rub off
Just like some paint, like the YBN old song
Don't you know that one of them boys left and glowed up
I don't want your ass to be the one who gets shown up