"Rude" lyrics

I'm drunk and I'm texting my ex
He should be doing this instead
Can't seem to get you out of head
Boy, you're just stuck in my head
Boy, you drive me crazy
I've been living in my shadows since you left
Getting drunk, so, maybe
I can clear all the memories we had, no

Now the ganja is my friend
Married to the bottle, fucking with my head
I cannot lie, I cannot pretend
Things wey dey sup, I can't comprehend, no no
Everytime I try to talk
Yeah, you walk out and you slam the door
Try to call your phone, it tells me, "Leave a message at the tone"
Why you gotta be so rude? No no

Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be so rude?
Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be so rude?

Hol'up, I need some closure
I need some clarity about how we fell out
I need myself a break from all of this
I need some space, I need to breath
Boy, if you got a rose for every tear that you have made me shed
You will have an orchard baby, after all is done and said

Now the ganja is my friend
Married to the bottle, fucking with my head
I cannot lie, I cannot pretend
Things wey dey sup, I can't comprehend, no no
Everytime I try to talk
Yeah, you walk out and you slam the door
Try to call your phone, it tells me, "Leave a message at the tone"
Why you gotta be so rude? No no

Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be so rude?
Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be so rude?

Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be so rude?
Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be so rude?

Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be
Why you gotta be