5 Page Letter - Azizi Gibson

Yeah, you know how this shit goes

How that shit goes so tell them (Man tell them)

Is she don’t run when you run

Fuck her my man can’t help it (Just leave her)

Put your heart back in your little bitch ass chest

Nigga don’t sweat it (You good)

My nigga I get it (You good)

My nigga I get it

You can’t sleep at night next to her

Say I can’t do it (I feel you)

But you can’t pay the rent by yourself

What the fuck are you doing (Fuck is you doing)

Every time you try to talk her out

It feels like you’re losing (Feels like you’re losing)

No point to send no text, she vexed

She’s stressed, it’s gruesome (It's ugly)

I kept it chill, I kept it cool, you kept it ruthless

You blocked all my paths, drained all my gas

Seized all my Movements

Got in my brain, multiplied pain

You think I’m stupid?

(You think I’m stupid?)

You think I’m stupid?

(You think I’m stupid?)

Yeah you’re right, you’d be better off by yourself (Just be lonely)

Cause I need help, you need help, we all need help

I ain’t saying this in so long, but when I’m gone (What?)

Don’t be writing me no, five page letter

Filled with your lies, I’m not that kind, feed it to another guy

I’m good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine

And my comments lined, you ain’t help me shine

So don’t write me no, five page letter

Filled with your lies, I’m not that kind, feed it to another guy

I’m good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine

And my comments lined, you ain’t help me shine

Jacked up the price

Now I think they all know (Oh my god I think I see it)

I set a new bar

Just so I could dodge yours (Oh my god I think I see it)

I’m too hot, not looking for a snow cone

I just want a bad bitch, but they all Instagram ho’s

I’m good, I’m good

Yeah I think I’m finna past by (I'm straight)

Sorry I don’t want you, bitch I’m too hype

I’m good, I’m good

And your attitude is too dry (I'm straight)

Sorry I don’t want you, bitch I’m too hype

Don’t be writing me no, five page letter

Filled with your lies, I’m not that kind, feed it to another guy

I’m good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine

And my comments lined, you ain’t help me shine

So don’t write me no, five page letter

Filled with your lies, I’m not that kind, feed it to another guy

I’m good on your sideways stepping, bitch you mine

And my comments lined, you ain’t help me shine