Where You Been

[Verse 1]
You say you at your sister crib
I see the club in your story still
You say, "Damn, you don’t trust me?"
I say, "Why you always gotta lie for real?"
You say my phone always face down
I say yours always on airplane
You say I’m creeping when I’m late home
I say you creeping when you change lanes
We both trippin, both flipping
Both digging for a hidden sin
Scroll through, cold proof
Searching dirt just to say "I win"
[Chorus]
Every time we talk, it’s a war again
Every little word like a torch to the benz
"Where you been?" "Who you with?" right back to the spin
We both point fingers, both got stains on our skin
Every time we talk, it’s a fight again
We don’t want truth, we just wanna feel right again
"Where you been?" "Who you with?" same lie again
Living in a house that’s cracking from the spite within (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You say I smell like cheap perfume
I say you came home way past two
You say I left that shirt in your room
I say "Whose car dropped you?"
You say, "I’m done" every weekend
Pack a bag, then unpack rage
I say, "Cool, go leave then"
Then we stuck on the same damn page
We both play judge, both play victim
Both keep score like a game
Both say trust, both stay distant
Both too proud to take blame (blame)
[Chorus]
Every time we talk, it’s a war again
Every little word like a torch to the benz
"Where you been?" "Who you with?" right back to the spin
We both point fingers, both got stains on our skin
Every time we talk, it’s a fight again
We don’t want truth, we just wanna feel right again
"Where you been?" "Who you with?" same lie again
Living in a house that’s cracking from the spite within
[Bridge]
Maybe we addicted to the chaos (yeah)
Maybe we afraid to ever stay soft
Maybe if we put our phones face up
We’d see it ain’t love, it’s a face-off
You say, "Call me when you grow up"
I say, "Text me when you real"
We hang up, then we glow up
Just to flex what we don’t feel (feel)
[Chorus]
Every time we talk, it’s a war again
Every little word like a torch to the benz
"Where you been?" "Who you with?" right back to the spin
We both point fingers, both got stains on our skin
Every time we talk, it’s a fight again
We don’t want truth, we just wanna feel right again
"Where you been?" "Who you with?" same lie again
Living in a love that’s broken from the doubt within (yeah)

rap, Dark trap / hip-hop blend with techno synth stabs and heavy low-end; male vocals in a tense half-rap, half-melodic flow. Verses ride a stuttering, syncopated groove with eerie arps; chorus explodes with wide distorted synths and stacked, autotuned harmonies. Ad-libs echo in the sides, tight hats and claps keep it frantic while a pulsing sidechain pad glues the track., techno, hip hop