I get the sense that you might really love her
The text gon' be evidence, this text is evidence
I try to ration with you, no murders, no crime of passion
But, damn, you was out of reach
You was at the farmer's market with your perfect peach
Now I'm in amazement, playin' on my patience
Now you layin' face-down, got me sayin' over a beat
I'm so mature, I'm so mature
I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men