Contemplate Wale

[Verse 1: Wale]
Dear sweetheart, what's up, boo?
What you up to? More club moves?
I call her, no answer
Her phone in the bag, she dancin'
It's four now, the clubs over
I call her, but oh, hold up
Y'all know what, ignore button
Or the phone die, let's hope for it
That Damier bag I bought her
Caught the attention of those niggas on it
That cell phone that I bought
Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers
So it leaves me to wonder
Why do I still promise to love her?
Cut me off every time I'm talkin'
Which means she ain't never hear nothing
I say stay, she wanna leave
She get her point across so I gotta let her be
I'ma let her be by herself in peace
But five years from now I bet she see
When the club gets played
The things you crave are no longer escapes
And no longing for dates
You want a husband, but no one has a cape
Now you wonder and wait
And I ain't tryin' to hear what you want me to say
It feels good to be over you, babe
So play this shit while you contemplate
Contemplate, contemplate
Play this shit while you contemplate
Play this shit while you contemplate