Fax - D.R.A.M.

I’ve been running out of options to make it work

You played me first, I get you back, and when I do, it’s gon' hurt

I’ve been doing more than clocking in to make it work

When I had no job, damn, I still went hard, on my god put you first

Bottom of the ninth and the bases are loaded

Baby that was your moment, but you just did not know it

Whose fault but your own, sympathy I can’t show it

Girl I thought you was grown, but now you kiddie, I’m hopeless, I hope that you

know that you hurt me and you fucked up my focus

Was kinda hard to control it but still you called me controlling

And if I really had power over your body and mind

You would have been at the door when I was checking the time

I’ve been running out of options to make it work

You played me first, I get you back, and when I do, it’s gon' hurt

I’ve been doing more than clocking in to put in work

When I had no job, on my god I did my own to put you first

If you are running out of options, let me hear say damn (damn)

And if you tired of all that fuck shit, let me hear say yeah (yeah)

If you are running out of options, let me hear say yeah (yeah)

And if you thinking about jumping ship, let me hear say damn (damn)

Your Uber is outside

Your Uber

Your Uber

Your Uber is outside

Your Uber

Your Uber

Your Uber is outside

There’s no where else to go