Mrs. Jackson

I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold?

Don’t wanna be taxing

Cause you act so cold

You act so cold, why you act so cold?

Why you act so cold?

Why you act so cold?

We gon push it like a four, gee I don’t wanna go

Do a buck fifty, I’m just tryna get you home

She ain’t think a ***** write about her in the song

She gon’ hit a ***** DM when she all alone

She take that percocet and fifth of jack to ease her pain

Your embellishment be telling me about your name

Senorita, probably think that I just run that game

I fantasize about the feeling, sliding in your frame

By far, you the coldest

Cold aesthetic, perfect picture, part it like I’m Moses

I just wanna synchronize the moment and emotion

Hennessey my vice and penny driver in a potion

I be playing a fool girl

Go and tell your ***** that we friends and we cool, girl

I love the way that you do what you do, girl

I got some tendency now get in the mood, yeah

I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, why you act so cold?

Don’t wanna be taxing

Cause you act so cold

You act so cold, why you act so cold?

Why you act so cold?

Why you act so cold?

Can a ***** swoop or what?

With the henny just to loosen up

Ride around the town with the music up, getting stupid drunk

But pull it over when we’re .09

I swear the legal limit been the only limit of mine

I’m a little too drunk to take you for dinner and wine

But if that’s what you really want, I guess that’ll be fine

I can, simp for the bud one time

****** do whatever for a nut onetime

Laugh, out, mother-f*****g loud

We can **** around as long as we don’t **** around

I’m kinda down for whatever you are

Just give me the word

At times you just wanna talk, you feel like you don’t be heard

I could be Alicia Keys with the diary

Communication is key, oh the irony

I guess, being the baddest ***** could be tiring

You killing them softly and quietly