Wife Wynne & Chris Patrick

[Intro: Wynne]
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Wynne]
I look back at it like I'm reminiscing, I'm fucking him like I'm smitten
Probably the edible kicked in, I feel it all up in my midriff
Telling me how much he missed it, I stay on your side of the bed
Pussy make you forget what I said, know you gon' bring it back up in the end
I give it a week, I'm sucking my teeth
Don't ask me to act like I ain't been a freak
Until we linked, ego so fragile
You tapping this water like it's out the sink
Fuck with you, stink, pull up a seat
It's private for you, at least 'til it leaks
We barely got out the bed in a week, leaving the scent of cologne on my sheets

[Bridge: Wynne]
Stack money, but he calling me shortbread
Baby, come kiss my forehead
Can't be a free man like Morgan
Keeping your tees, I'm sorry I'm hoarding
Did your ex ever tell you you're gorgeous?
Again and again like the chorus
Uh, kill the pussy and mourn it
I'm making breakfast for you in the morning