Consequence - rapping]
Now how we 'sposed to really carry on as a item
If you got more baggage than a carry-on item
And all you do is carry on and try to ignite him
Which leads me to think that you really don't like him
But let me find out that she ain't into the kid
Man I tell her I'm from Tribe, so I Indian-give
Go while she gettin shoes with the bag that matches
The only thing she gave me I could wear are scratches
So now when I catch her out in NYC
I got a formula I use called XYZ
Cause she was 'sposed to be my ex, and I kept sayin why?
'Til I pulled up in that Z, now I just drive by and say
[Consequence - singing]
What you makin that bass for? And what you makin that face for?
I'm tired of you accusin me, it's not the way it is supposed to be
There'll be days like that, there'll be days like this
When we start out mad, and we wind up pissed
Can we go and do that all day? Now the only thing I can say
Is that I...
[Chorus]
Wish you could read my mind, wish you could take some time
To listen to me, I wish you believed, and then you would see that I
