[Chorus; Ishmael]
Honestly I'm sick and tired of explainin' myself, myself
Frankly I'm sick and tired of explainin' myself, myself
Is this relationship a courtroom, courtroom?
Courtroom
Is this relationship a courtroom, a courtroom?
Is this a courtroom?

[Verse 1: Da L.E.S.]
8am I be coming in
After big boy shit at the Cullinan
As soon as I walk through the goddamn door, all of my clothes on the goddamn floor
I can't believe that shit still happening
You and I still keep fighting through the wind
But we got to come to an understanding
This ain't no letter of demanding
You supposed to be my real wife
This a real house, this a real life
And don't forget about when we take our dogs to the park
Everyday that's what rеal love feel like
Yeah I gеt, you get nervous when I'm flying out
Yeah I never put the [?] on time-out
But I had to put the ladies on time-out
Tryna go through my gram but I signed out

[Pre-Chorus: Da L.E.S.]
But I should act tough sometimes you can get a little crazy
Yes this is how we had a baby
But it's all on me, yeah you know it's all on me
Now it's time to get paid
I know you don't believe what they saying on the news
So stop treating my driveway like a courtroom
[Chorus; Ishmael]
Honestly I'm sick and tired of explainin' myself, myself
Frankly I'm sick and tired of explainin' myself, myself
Is this relationship a courtroom, courtroom?
Courtroom
Is this relationship a courtroom, a courtroom?
Is this a courtroom?

[Verse 2: Da L.E.S.]
Yeah and I
Yeah baby girl I be like ''Why?''
You still tryna kick me out
Way in your feelings, no lie
Okay let me give it one try
I was in the kitchen with Alessio
Probably talking about Andiccio
Even though surrounded by freaky hoes
Believe me you ain't never gotta leave the home
Cause you a boss chick with the bosses
(I remember when we first met)
Now we ridin' in them Porsches
(Everything is perfect)
And even when you text and I'm feeling like blue-ticking that shit
And move on to the next chick but nah, time-out

[Pre-Chorus: Da L.E.S.]
But I should act tough sometimes you can get a little crazy
Yes this is how we had a baby
But it's all on me, yeah you know it's all on me
Now it's time to get paid
I know you don't believe what they saying on the news
So stop treating my driveway like a courtroom
[Chorus; Ishmael]
Honestly I'm sick and tired of explainin' myself, myself
Frankly I'm sick and tired of explainin' myself, myself
Is this relationship a courtroom, courtroom?
Courtroom
Is this relationship a courtroom, a courtroom?
Is this a courtroom?