The text gon’ be evidence, this text is evidence
I try to ration with you, no murders or crimes of passion, but damn
You was out of reach
You was at the farmer’s market with your perfect peach
Now I’m in the basement, plannin’ home invasion
Now you layin’ face-down, got me sayin’ over a beat
Pre-Chorus
I’m so mature, I’m so mature
I’m so mature, I got me a therapist to tell there’s other men