Follo Fresch - Naive Lyrics

Empty bottles in the living room
No one here, get no answers when I'm calling you
Fresh ashes so I assume that Chu barely left
Give it time, hours later where the f*ck you at
Worry about what Chu been doing
Damn, I think, just maybe, I should stop assuming
Make up on the counter, razor with some fresh hairs
Aromas from your body spray smelling like Brazilian air
Got all the pieces still I cannot put it together
Float away hoping I easily can forget it
4 am, late as hell, still you ain't arrived
Sent several messages yet I have no reply
Wipes & douches imagine your roses be prepared
Birth control missing, no I'm not going to take it there
Cause when I assume, I'm accusing
And you just point the in-securi-ty there
And that just be my cross to bear
Fueling excuses now that gas is getting high
Justify what you doing think I'm getting mine
Endless lying telling me everything is fine
Heaven give me strength I'm not trying to lose my mind
Rather than fight I rather just fight for
Holding to grudges your love for me has run its course
Realize the future; it tears my heart to do this
But I just like to express all this dealing in my music
I'm wondering why you be so close to this nigga
I really try my best not to get in all in my feelings
Jealousy runs rampant through hollow ceilings
Do you really think I want a relationship with all these women?
Who am I kidding, my trying sound more like bitchin
And the fire is always hottest in the kitchen
We still dealing with dirty dishes
Building this house has been my mission
I'm bitchin you tripping but no solid foundation
All is on the table, know that there is nothing left
All I ever wanted was nothing but the best
Hidden feelings if you could do it again
You probably reconsider going half on a kid
That maybe could explain this neglect
Why you chase these niggas, give me no respect
Argue bout some bull shit, dry ass sex
Then question why I'm hesitant to go break my neck
Frustrated convos to domestic violence
Does that tin frame has heart inside it
And all these other niggas roar like lions but really they cowards
Better get check self-them roses smelling sour
Forgive what I'm saying I'm caught in the moment call mom
Sun shining damn it, is already morning
Body sore sleeping on the floor
Waiting for when you walk through this door
Talk to myself to make sure I won't go overboard