Lean On You Kali Uchis

Rollin' in my own car
Fuck a passenger seat
Rollin' on the dashboard
Fuck being discreet

Rollin' on the floor laughin'
But it ain't at your feet
But I kinda wish that, it were your feet

Sike, I really wish that it were your feet
And I ain't in a car, I'm passed out on some concrete
Sike, I ain't doin' that, I'm sobbin' in your laundry
While my cousins are all mobbin' in some palm trees

They say I deserve better
I wrote you a love letter
Lipstick on, sealed it with a kiss
When I need you most, it's a hit or miss
So I tape the letter up and then I ball it in my fist

Up down, up down
High low. high low
Why so resentful bout shit from years ago?
Where'd my tears go?
Fuckin' up my mental
Got a bitch hoping that she gonna go parental