Lyrics:

[Intro: James Blake]
Really (Ah), do you ever think about me?
Really, if you're honest with me
I'd like tosayit's two-way (Ah)
Doyou ever think about me?
Really, ifyou're honest with me
I'd like to say it's two-way
(-Makers)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Who else you thinkin' 'bout?
I can't be callin' your phone every day
Fuck is you thinkin' 'bout?
This shit ain't loyal, then it's gonna spoil your heart
Like the trash, you can take it out
Quit makin' up shit to complain about
She lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch
We fuck, then, we break up
We fuck, then, we make up
We fuck, then, we break up and make up
We fucked in Jamaica
We fucked at Bojangle
We fucked in the back of Bottega
I ordered the check, up I'm over the radar
Now you chasing that pussy, not paper
I slow it all down with the maple
You know I got too many flavors
Genius