[Hook]
You don't kiss me no more
You just put your lips on, autopilot

[Verse]
Now while you movin' and groovin' to the funky sound
I'ma let you know exactly how this shit go down
Month one, that's when you meet shawty at a gatherin'
Sip a little Henn Rock and start babblin'
Talkin' 'bout takin' her out to expensive clubs
Describing yourself as the n***a you wish you was
Month two, that's when you start to wonder 'bout her whereabouts
Cause she in her bedroom, sweatin' her mascara out
And you be tappin' it right
Tellin' all ya n***as she got the best ass you had in your life
Month three
That's when it gets a little more intimate
Cause you realize she got benefits
And she straight cook for a n***a, read books for a n***a
Hit the studio, even sing a hook for a n***a
Months four through six that's when you start stressin'
Cause she wanna ask so many questions
Like, "Baby where are we goin'?" and "Will you ever leave me?"
And "In a year from now where exactly do you see me?"
Month seven, you know the ends are waitin'
Cause y'all both need space like a constellation
And she tries your patience but you know that it's best for you
And you know that's what you better do
Then she says to you...
[Hook]