Corner Store Confessions

Ooh-wah, ooh-wah

Late night, same block, same drama

Do you love me, girl

Or you love the rumor?

Leaned on the counter at the corner store

She said, "You still think like you're twenty-four"

I said, "Nah, I just know that score"

I done heard that story before

You say you want truth, but you flirt with lies

You say you want real, but you chase disguise

You call me up when your last one dies

Then cry when I don’t act surprised

Many, many, many, many games

You blame me, but you love the flames

Say I'm cold, but you feed that fire

Girl, you choir and you town crier

Many, many, many, many tales

Same tears, just a different male

If you done, then be done, don’t front, confess

Stop turnin' your mess to my mess

You say "I changed," but you changed your story

Monday saint, Friday glory

You love that chase, you love that chase

Then you hate that face in the mirror you face

You call me "toxic," then call me again

Postin' them quotes, then textin', "Hey friend"

You ghost his calls, then haunt my phone

Talk about trust with your read receipts shown

[low vocal register] Ooh-wah, ooh-wah, late-night caller

[switch to rap] You want love, but you love that dollar

You want truth, but you crop that picture

You want pure, but you mix that liquor

[spoken] So which one is it, huh?

The story or the fix?