"Crying In The Club" lyrics

You just made plans to go outside with your friends
He broke your heart on a Wednesday, don't know where to begin
You want to crash out
Throw things and lash out
I know you're tight
You want to fight
You want to act out
I'm wishin' you the best, my love
You could use it, you've been lookin' really stressed, my love
I ain't ever seen you in such a mess, my love
Why you pressed 'bout a pussy little ex, my love?
Girl I know a way to make you forget, my love
Fuck the thought of him right out you in the bed, my love
I'ma hit you with a text
We can have a little sex
Let me take care of the rest, my love

I know it's a rough time
Think you've had enough time
To get over this one-time person
Clearly he ain't worth
All of your tears, my love
Makeup gon' smear, my love
I promise he just isn't worth it

I hope that you're not cryin' in the club
You too pretty not to find any love
You bad and thick, girl, you fine as fuck
I'ma step in 'cause his time is up
I hope that you're not cryin' in the club
You too pretty not to find any love
You bad and thick, girl, you fine as fuck
I'ma step in 'cause his time is up
I hope that you're not cryin' in the club
Yeah

Which lame man got you cryin' in the club?
You could take this as a sign for us
Buy you a drink, you got time for one
Your taste in men got you tired from love
But this ain't nothin' that time won't fix
Kandahar baddie from the 516
This Brooklyn boy walk around with 4–5 sticks
I'll deal with your issues, baby, I insist
And I
Yeah
Can see it in your eyes that you're goin' through some
Can tell that you drink just to make it all numb
Which lame ass man got you cryin' in the club?
I know all this shit got you tired from love
And you could take this as a sign for us
You sharp than a knife and your temper's hot
It all make sense 'cause your sign's Taurus
We both got couple of people that have tore us
But we do not give a fuck 'bout the ones before us
I'd never take any advice from these hoes, no shade
There's really nothin' that your homegirls could do for us, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
Which lame man got you cryin' in the club?
Throw hunnids with me, we pilin' 'em up
Cheers while you laugh 'cause we fryin' 'em up
Fuckin' with me to get over your ex
Said no strings attached, now we tyin' 'em up
I got some opps that I want gone too
Put your ex on the list and we linin' 'em up
Deadass

I know you're probably thinkin' I'm trippin'
I can't call you, so I just text you, hopin' you respond back
I miss New York
I miss you
I miss you flyin' out here for work
I don't know what to do
You're just everything I need and want
I know I'm probably out of line, but just...
Give me a call when you get this, please
Love you, Dean