Jus Another Mood

She cry on my shoulder, she want to see the stars

Crying over her nigga, she rather be on mars

Baby told me she love, forever me and you

Then she told she leaving, we can't make up

She choose

Caught her going through phones, baby are we cool

I've been going through flights, she going through her mood

I must be fucking to raw, she rather be with you

I gave a bitch my little last, let her do her loop

I'm trying to tell my little brother, all these bitches blues

Expectations, that's foolish

These bitches leaving clues