White Wine

Don't tell me that it's bad reception

And question my intellect

Like how is we talk everyday on the phone and I still feel the disconnect

I see that you're lacking direction

Can tell that you've been a wreck

And why is it that every time I try to finish a sentence you jump it to interject

Bitch I ain't finished yet

Always you question my motives

You know that I've been trying to better myself but you act like you never did notice

You missing the bigger picture

Been lacking the focus

And you is the reason for all of the negative energy I've been exposed with