Other Way

You so quick to run away

When you see a change, you run the other way

I want you to stay

I wish you stayed the same

You play these games

You play these mind games

I'm trying to make you Bottega bae

I got Milano on the side of my Prada shades

I ain't gonna treat you no type of way

That ain't the boy that my mother fucking mama raised

That ain't the boy that my mother fucking daddy made

I said that you got that juice like you minute maid