"Can't Stay Mad" lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Why you tryna beef inside the function?
Yeah
Got us looking crazy at the luncheon
Yeah
Then you go hookin' with your assumptions
You too smart to be up on that dumb shit
Yeah, yeah
All that liquor consumption
Yeah
Got you over actin', on some drunk shit
Yeah
It's a whole fuckin' production
I'm two seconds from combustion
Yeah, yeah

But I can't front, I love it
Yeah
You kinda turn me on when you does it
Ooh, yeah
Every time you act a fool out in public
Shit
You make me wanna say, "Fuck it"
Then I do, it's a mood
Fuck around and have us in the news
Win or lose, guess it's true

I can't stay mad at you (Yeah)
When you the one that I choose
For all the wild things you do
And I'm not excused
I be on my bullshit too
And I'm not excused
We both act a fool
That's just the way that we move
I could never stay
I can't stay mad at you (Uh)

If doin' too much was a person (Yeah)
Now tell me how you thuggin' wearin' Birkins (Yeah)
Any other nigga would be nervous
I sit back and laugh, I'm just observin'
Yeah, yeah
That tequila be workin' (Yeah)
Knew you was crazy, liquor just confirms it (Yeah)
I'm a long way from perfect
But you further than the worst, bitch
Yeah, yeah

But I can't front, I love it (Yeah)
You kinda turn me on when you does it (Oh, yeah)
Every time you cuttin' up out in public (Shit)
You make me wanna come touch ya
Then I do, it's a mood
We done fucked around and now we in the nude
When I'm moved, you my boo

I can't stay mad at you (Oh)
When you're the one that I choose
For all the wild things you do
And I'm not excused
I be on my bullshit too
I be on my bullshit too
We both act a fool
That's just the way that we move
I could never stay mad
I can't stay mad at you

Made my own bed and I laid in it with my mistress
You won't forgive me over these bitches, just bitches
You act like I don't know your business, who you been with?
I could run none of this (I could run none of this)
Point guard, quarterback, but you swear to God
It's all in the past, when we took a break
You was running back, so if we kick it now
They be running back
Sign on this car, we the perfect match
You gon' call the plate and we gon' hit the sack
Or you can snap
And I'm used to that, but I can't stay mad

You can't, you can't, you can't

Take it slow now
Oh, oh, oh
Could you buy me a new jet?
Oh, but I got to run