"The Facts" lyrics

How do you feel?
She found somebody, it's hard to deal
The fact is I gotta move on still
I'm crashin', I need a hand on the wheel
Just saying, I need to slow down for real
Just saying, you ain't been keeping shit real
My favourite, I want you all to myself, I want you all to myself
It's getting hard to tell
You changin' I need to find me some help
I'm 'bout to call up the pub
Whatever you got, I'ma need me like twelve

I used to buy you Chanel, Birkins and diamonds like they was on sale
This ain't been good for my health, breaking the bank and treating you well
Playing the cards I was dealt, somehow I found myself up in the hills
All them fucking shopping sprees, put you onto finer things

Girl I had you as fly as me
Then you go surprising me
Causing my anxiety
Running out of sights to see
Your new main, Dollar Tree
How you switching up the scene?
I was way too out your league
Oh that made me certain things

How do you feel?
She found somebody, it's hard to deal
The fact is I gotta move on still
I'm crashin', I need a hand on the wheel
Just saying, I need to slow down for real
Just saying, you ain't been keeping shit real
My favourite, I want you all to myself, I want you all to myself
It's getting hard to tell
You changin' I need to find me some help
I'm 'bout to call up the pub
Whatever you got, I'ma need me like twelve

How do you feel?
She found somebody, it's hard to deal
The fact is I gotta move on still
I'm crashin', I need a hand on the wheel
Just saying, I need to slow down for real
Just saying, you ain't been keeping shit real
My favourite, I want you all to myself, I want you all to myself