3:45 AM, my phone just died in my hand
My girl keep thinking that I'm playing all these little games again, no
See, I'm just trying to get my ass on before you pack up all your bags and go
Swerving off through the traffic, should've put down that last trick
Everything looking blurry, and I hurry, start to panic
Yellow lights, quick to turn, that was right where getting burVROOM
CLOSE call, but I'm not at all concerned
The only thing on my mind, will I make it home in time
Before you leave it all behind, baby, please don't leave this blind no
See, I'm just trying to get my ass on before you pack up all your bags and go
Too much time in that studio, you don't care, but if you ain't know

You assume that I'm doing hoes, but baby you're too beautiful
For me to fuck like that, huh, baby you should know
Our relationship ain't ready for a funeral
I swear to God, I ain't doing wrong
Not doing chicks, I'm doing songs
Down the route where you should know, but they took off that cruise control
Used to roll on the smoothest road, as if you would go
Now all these obstacles are pothouse, made us lose control
And I don't know what you're feeling, but I can tell you it's killing
Me inside, the reason I'm driving home so quickly
Wait, why is it so damn dark, I'm on the ass fo'
My car's forty feet far, and I can't walk