Baby Daddy Gone Cold

You was broke on that twin-size mattress

I was door-dashin, paying y’all taxes

You was outside, lying to my mama

“On my way home,” while you slid into drama

I was up late, mixing formula and feelings

Screenshot texts, yeah, I knew you wasn’t chilling

Whole group chat knew ‘fore I found out

Funny how the streets talk, then the truth loud

You a hot mess, baby daddy

Out here clowning like it’s cute

Got a good girl at the crib

But you chasing something new

You keep breaking what you’re begging me to fix

Say you love me, but you love another pic

You a hot mess, baby daddy

I’m too grown to raise you too

Phone flip, face down on the counter

Bathroom trips turn to whole half-hours

Came home smelling like cheap hotel soap

Glitter on your sweats, but you swear it’s just smoke

You ain’t even changed the last box of diapers

But you changed outfits for that late-night driver

Say, “It’s just a ride,” yeah, I heard that line

Same one you used when you first hit my line

You a hot mess, baby daddy

Out here clowning like it’s cute

Got a good girl at the crib

But you chasing something new

You keep breaking what you’re begging me to fix

Say you love me, but you love another pic

You a hot mess, baby daddy

I’m too grown to raise you too

Now you crying at the door, hoodie on, eyes red (yeah)

Talking ‘bout “Forever,” but you slept in her bed (her bed)

Baby in the playpen, watching all this spin

I’m done rerunning what you keep walking in

You a hot mess, baby daddy

Out here clowning like it’s cute

Got a good girl at the crib

But you chasing something new

You keep breaking what you’re begging me to fix

Say you love me, but you love another pic

You a hot mess, baby daddy

I’m too grown to raise you too