Mean It

You only hit me up when you're fucked up
When i get a "what's up?" know you've had enough
All the times you said you love me, they've been addin' up
And i know you don't mean it
Phone calls been deleted
I want you to text me
I want you to mean it

And she a good girl, oh, but she bad for me
So if i don't answer calls please don't ask for me
'Cause i've been, on the road, never home
And i know when you call what that means is you're rollin' or somethin'
You fucked up, you love it
I hate it, but fuck it
That's toxic, not judgement
Ain't say i'm above it
Ain't say that i hate you, i meant that i miss you
Just wish you would cope differently with your issues

All these missed calls and she rollin' she tweakin'
But make sure that you go re-up by the weekend
Tired of "love you's" and "miss you's" i mean it
Fuck all these false promises, bitch 'cause i'm leavin'