Resume (feat. Novel & Taylor Kunysz) Video (MV)

I remember when I met her she was so cool
Couldn't wait for baby girl to come and roll through
Flowers and chocolates just to show how much I love her
And now second to second she acting too strange
I tried to tell myself that I was always gonna be
And keep it moving just how all the other lovers be
Now when we're chillin I can feel she ain't in love with me
Like one minute to minute now everything is changed
I remember when my woman was a super freak
Always thinking of things she wanted to do to me
Now she hadn't let me touch her for a few weeks
And every hour to hour I'm tryna maintain
I may be good for you but you're no good for me
(Lying on your resume)
I might be good to you but you're no good to me
(Baby things just ain't the same)
It may be good with you but it's no good with me
(Lying on your resume)
We need to stop fronting, it ain't working
We need to move (on)
And stop lying on our resume
In the beginning you was always super friendly
And now everywhere we go you always make a scene
She said I got too comfortable and I don't do things
Now every day to day she says I'm changing
Communication in our relationship's suffering
We gotta face the mistakes we make and we're struggling
I always felt I was understanding and comforting
But now week to week it's not the same thing
So maybe we should part (ways) and do our own (thing)
Cuz this relationship is (complicating)
I wish you would've kept it realer on your resume
Cuz every month to month you on some new things
I may be good for you but you're no good for me (No good yes)
(Lying on your resume) (now, now, now)
I might be good to you but you're no good to me
(Baby things just ain't the same)
It may be good with you but it's no good with me (You're mo good)
(Lying on your resume)
We need to stop fronting, it ain't working
We need to move (on)
And stop lying on our resume
In the beginning you told me I was your everything
Now that we're married you acting like we ain't anything
Called you my angel and thought you were Heaven sent to me
But we ain't meant to be, no we ain't meant to be
Yo, uh, Caught between a hard place and a boulder
I thought we'd be closer, you cry on my shoulder
Next minute we fighting I think she bipolar
You put my heart through a big break, Maybe this all was a mistake
You always cared what they did think, You always wanted the big cake
Plenty shoppin', Jimmy Choo's, I ain't used to being used
I think she get it from her momma, her daddy left when she was two
Now tell me what's the excuse, cuz girl you gotta pick and choose
Shit, I was in it win or lose, that's when she hit me with the Duce
Dreams of a Instagram model, chasing likes to fill the hollow
Always in somebodies DM, Always searching for a follow
If your teardrops could be bottled, then this swimming pool would be shallow
No more talk, don't wallow, I'm really sick of all the high-lows
I may be good for you but you're no good for me, yeah
(Lying on your resume)
I might be good to you but you're no good to me
(Baby things just ain't the same)
It may be good with you but it's no good with me
(Lying on your resume)
We need to stop fronting, it ain't working
We need to move (on)
And stop lying on our resume