CAN'T GO ON

Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah) 'Cause now I made it and I might just do the same (yeah, yeah) This ain't healthy girl, this can't go on I think I'm over it, this can't go on Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah I know you're you but I'm me, that shit means some shit I got a house with a studio, I dreamed this shit I be locked in, phone off, hits gettin' made I don't got time to play house and kids gettin' made I got tapestries, I'm buyin' for Moroccan themed rooms You got travesties of fuckin' men for vodka and shrooms Gossipin' too, as if I give a fuck I gave you dick and conversation, guess I gave too much My friends say it's my fault, they say that I'm the problem They say that if I don't want them attached, then I should dog 'em But that's not in my nature, I swear that's not the real me Even if I felt okay about it, mom would kill me But first-class tickets and five-star rooms Shouldn't make you think you 'bout to be a wife and me a groom Raise your standards, raise your self-worth and life at You shouldn't act like you come with a motherfuckin' price tag, yeah Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah) 'Cause now I made it and I might just do the same (yeah, yeah) This ain't healthy girl, this can't go on I think I'm over it, this can't go on Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah) Doo-doo You really make it hard to stay (hard to stay) Doo-doo You need to understand your lane (your lane) Yeah, yeah Get a grip, fall back, be casual We've only seen each other three times, act natural Or rather, act neutral, I don't got the energy to deal with women how I used to You need to chill the fuck out I mention how I saw you three times, guess we struck out Your overbearin' ways made the patience in me run out I finally got sometime to myself, ain't no time for your shit You not my mom, you not my girl and we not datin' so just dip Call a Lyft, I heard Uber's racist Yeah, the head is good, but you're not who I chose to mate with I need my space is indicative, you can't handle boundaries You keep blurrin' lines, I've had enough of all your drama and disturbin' mind, yeah Baby, baby why'd you call me out my name? (Yeah, yeah) 'Cause now I made it and I might just do the same (yeah, yeah) This ain't healthy girl, this can't go on I think I'm over it, this can't go on Baby, baby, why'd you call me out my name? --- CAN'T GO ON - Russ