Bad Timing Bryson Tiller

[Intro]
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh

[Verse 1]
Last on her list, oh yeah
I used to be last on her list, oh yeah
'Til she heard I'm back on my shit
Now I listen to her tease, tease, bragging and shit, oh
That's the type of shit that get a nigga pissed off
I hit dial like twenty times, it was missed calls
Been sufferin' from flashes and withdrawals
I upgraded to the motherfuckin' Bent', dawg
Look who showed up tryna get reinvolved
Been raw shawty, you was sleepin' on me then
I was tryna turn your brothers to my kin, to my inlaws
Pitfall, I was stuck inside the trenches
Needed your assistance, you was pleadin' fifth and
Didn't even hit me on my birthday for instance
I could tell that you was full of hurt and resentment
Should we pick up where we left off?
Had you on a pedestal and you stepped off
Kept the space for each other, baby, that's love
Some reason I feel like we ain't there at all
Sometimes, me, I feel like that ain't fair at all
You don't care at all, then you care the most
I had hella hope, prayin' that we kept afloat
Ship sank, that was your doin', you better know
I was down bad when you ghosted me
Didn't you hear? You can't fold it
Thinking about times you owed me
Didn't even see the signs you showed me (The signs, the signs)
Now baby, hope they don't ask, I'ma say you ain't mine baby
You can stay gas, honey, I'ma break mine, baby
I'ma break mine, baby, I'ma break mine, baby