"We Don't Make Sense" lyrics

I'd rather chase a check than check on you
And I'd rather chase a flex than flex on you
I'd rather count it up than have to count on you
I'd rather be on my own than be with you
I'd rather be a hoe than have to hold you down
I gotta be on go I'd rather go around
Give you a piece of my mind
The last thing that you'll get from me

We don't make sense
Yeah yeah
We don't make sense
I did the math and everything and baby
We don't make sense
Yeah
We don't make sense

Seven thirty in the morning why you texting on me
You dissed me why you checkin on me
Your words used to be sweet they turned to weapons on me
So I pulled a you on you thanks for the lesson homie
If you pulled a me on me that shit would boss you up
I put a hesi on my love for you to cross you up
When you look me in the eyes ask'n if we're falling off
I'd rather lie and say I love you
When you say you love me
Than start a fight out in public
That turns to a scene
You're shooting shots like you're Vegas

But this not GME
My life a movie
But there ain't no happy endings with me
I'm on the
I'm on the road for the summer
I'm hopping flights for the summer
I'm on the boat for a summer
I'm on a
I'm going Monaco for the summer
Yeah
I'm on a

I'd rather chase a check than check on you
And I'd rather chase a flex than flex on you
I'd rather count it up than have to count on you
I'd rather be on my own than be with you
I'd rather be a h** than have to hold you down
I gotta be on go I'd rather go around
Give you a piece of my mind
The last thing that you'll get from me

We don't make sense
Yeah yeah
We don't make sense
I did the math and everything and baby
We don't make sense
Yeah
We don't make sense

Look

From you I had to get distant
Hopped on a flight cause I'm trippin
Across the world I'm still bugging
Cause girl you stuck in my luggage
I'm hopping flights trynna lose you
Changed my number and addy
I wasn't lost when you found me
But I was lost when you had me
I had to
Pack up all my thoughts again and get away
I got you everything but you won't get your way
With me
My first mistake was thinking you're a queen but girl your last mistake is thinking I won't leave
Cause all you do is test me, stress me, I put my neck out and you dess me
I just put up with it cause you sexy and you know that
The fire of our loves been burning dim so don't blow that

We don't make sense
Yeah yeah
We don't make sense
I did the math and everything and baby
We don't make sense
Yeah
We don't make sense