Perfect Strangers E

I don't know who you are anymore. Talking to the man in her mirror that been Fucking with these bitches and it's dangerous. Sleeping with these strangers. Every night a different woman doing the same shit. But you don't even call anymore, And you don't even care. So who am I to love anyone I know Is fucked up? Different cities, Switching women, putting cups up. Getting fucked up. And we don't even talk anymore. Ain't got no time to spare. So who are we to trust anyone? And that's what's fucked up. We gon' end up by ourselves and not each Other. And that's so fucked up. Damn, love don't live here. Love, I don't live here. She say, "Why you leave your shit here?" I'm tryna be sincere when we both know it Ain't right. She hate that we gon' get loose, But I could never hang tight. But we don't even make love anymore. Acting like our phone got our attention or we Watching television and it's painless. We act like we strangers. I just don't know who we are anymore. Yeah. I'm not supposed to be here, 'cause love don't Live here, but I'm here and she here. She tell me stay all night. She just want a refill, and then she wanna Start fights 'bout what? About how she feel. She tell me I'm a cheap thrill. I know she don't mean that. She think I feed her lies, but I don't Get no feedback. As she watch me pack, "Baby, where my keys At?" Kiss her on the forehead and tell her That I'll be back. Her teeth smacked. I don't know who you are anymore. Talking to the man in her mirror that been Fucking with these bitches and it's dangerous. Sleeping with these strangers. Every night a different woman doing the same shit. But you don't even call anymore, And you don't even care. So who am I to love anyone I know Is fucked up? Different cities, Switching women, pouring cups up. Getting fucked up. And we don't even talk anymore. Ain't got no time to spare. So who are we to trust anyone? And that's what's fucked up. We gon' end up by ourselves and not each Other. And that's so fucked up. I was talking to myself the other day. My homies call me cray. My mama tell me pray. She say I need a date. I say I need a bae. She say believe in fate. But they love me either way. Hold up, wait. Let me set my alarm. You say don't sweat your alarm. And now the pressure is on, so now that Sweat in my palm. But her reception ain't warm, so my deception Performs. And then that silence is awkward like am I deaf or alone? I got a jet in the morning. She upset and I'm calming. When a woman is scorn is when your welcome Is worn. And now her temperature's showing and I Just weather her storm. And she expect me to stay. I be like, "Let go of my arm." She said, "I don't know who you are anymore." Talking to the man in her mirror. I've been fucking with these bitches and it's Dangerous. Sleeping with these strangers. Every night a different woman doing the same shit. And she say you don't even call anymore. And you don't even care. So who am I to love anyone I know Is fucked up? Different cities, Switching women, pouring cups up. Getting fucked up. She say we don't even talk anymore. Ain't got no time to spare. So who are we to trust anyone? And that's what's fucked up. We gon' end up by ourselves and not each Other. And that's so fucked up. She say we don't make love anymore. Acting like our phones got our attention or we Watching television. Now it's painless. We acting as strangers. Like we don't know who we are anymore. Perfect Strangers.