I see his thumbs working overtime lately 

Immersed in a text you sent discretely 

She probably a cool chick, light-skinned, pretty 

Come to think of it she probably a lot like me 

It’s a low blow but I act like I don’t know 

You used to stay now you say you gotta go 

Your excuses are very original 

But you got no organizational skills 



I get a text two seconds after you leave 

Obviously meant for her, not for me 

It said 'whats up sexy? Are you gonna come through? 

Let a brotha know what a sista gonna do' 

Text me back 'X X O O 

I miss your embrace sideways happyface :-)' 

Oops 

Did your thumbs have a nervous twitch? 

You just sent the wrong text to the wrong bitch 



LOL 

I text your celly 

Gotta spell out: Go to hell 

Toss you in the trash 

Then reduce you to an acronym 

WTF? You reply 

I laugh so hard I almost cry 

Beat you to the punch line 

Broke your heart before you broke mine 



How you gonna go try and play me out? 

Why you gonna go and fill my head with doubt? 

Clouds and shit I don’t wanna deal with 

All stressed out shouting, throwing a fit, cmon 

How you gonna lie your way out of this one? 

You think it might be time for a confession? 

You’ve left no room for any more fabrication 

Boy a cell phone could be a dangerous weapon 



Next time check if the safety’s on 

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Trigger-happy fingers can expose the gun 

Woah what a tangled web we’ve spun 

Now it’s on son I’m about to have some fun 



I make sure the I.D.’s unknown 

I text you back from another phone 

‘Yeah baby I’m coming through 

I’ll meet you on the avenue’ 



LOL 

I text your celly 

Gotta spell out: Go to hell 

Toss you in the trash 

Then reduce you to an acronym 

WTF? You reply 

I laugh so hard I almost cry 

Beat you to the punch line 

Broke your heart before you broke mine 



LOL LOL LOL 

LOL LOL LOL 



I’m’a kick back and watch shit go down 

While you’re standing, waiting for her to come around 

An hour goes by and still no sign 

So you text her back, oh, one more time 

‘Where you at girl you said you was gonna meet me’ 

This time you send the message correctly 

She writes back, ‘dawg, you blew up your spot 

You’re talking bout a text that I never got 

Who this girl you’re talking to? 

Who this girl who coming through? 

You’re messin with somebody else 

Nigga, you just played yourself’ 



LOL 

I text your celly 

Gotta spell out: Go to hell 

Toss you in the trash 

Then reduce you to an acronym 

WTF? You reply 

I laugh so hard I almost cry 

Beat you to the punch line 

Broke your heart before you broke mine