Testo Can't go on Russ

Can't go on

Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause I made it and
I might just do the same (Yeah, yeah)
They say all the girls can't go on
I think I'm over it, this can't go on
Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah
I know you're you but I'm me, that shit means some shit
I got a house with a studio, I dreamed this shit
I be locked in, phone off, hits gettin' made
I don't got time to play house and kids gettin' made
I got tapestries, I'm buyin' for Morroco-themed rooms
You got travesties of fuckin' men for vodka and shrooms
Gossipin' too as if I give a fuck
I gave you dick and conversation, guess I gave too much
My friends say it's my fault, they say that I'm the problem
They say that if I don't want them attached, then I should dog 'em
But that's not in my nature, I swear that's not the real me
Even if I felt okay about it, mom would kill me
But first-class tickets and five-star rooms
Shouldn't make you think you 'bout to be a wife and me a groom
Raise your standards, raise you self-worth and life act
You shouldn't act like you come with a motherfuckin' price tag, yeah
Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause I made it and I might just do the same (Yeah, yeah)
They say all the girls can't go on
I think I'm over it, this can't go on
Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)

Doo-doo
You really make it hard to say (Hard to say)
Doo-doo
You need to understand your lane (Your lane)

Yeah, yeah
Get a grip, fall back, be casual
We've only seen each other three times, act natural
Or rather, act neutral, I don't got the energy to deal with women how I used to
You need to chill the fuck out
I mentioned how I saw you three times, guess we struck out
Your overbearin' ways made the patience in me run out
I finally got some time to myself, ain't no time for your shit
You not my mom, you not my girl and we not datin', so just dip
Call a Lyft, I heard Uber's racist
Yeah, the head is good but you're not who I chose to mate with
I need my space, ain't dick it if you can't handle boundaries
You keep blurrin' lines, I've had enough of all your drama and disturbin' mind, yeah

Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause I made it and I might just do the same (Yeah, yeah)
They say all the girls can't go on
I think I'm over it, this can't go on
Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah)