Depressed

Do what we do

What we do in your imagination

When I

Do what we do

What we do in your imagination

When I

Look at us, we in bad shape (huh)

Sad face (face)

Not the type to really want breaks

But

I think my mind needs an escape (yea)

Cold truth

Lots of things I could've shown you

Lots of nights where I would hold you

Play a game of get to know you

And I could tell you really loved me

But I was too fucking scared to say I love you

And now I'm too fucking scared of being old news

Just like you too fucking scared of being lost to (yea)

Jealous rage, of any nigga you have around tryna imitate

And I could see the façade written all on your face

I know he don't make you cum like I used to make (yea)

Do what we do

What we do in your imagination

When I

Do what we do

What we do in your imagination

When I

You asked if I was in it for the fornication

Did I really catch feelings or was I fucking playing

Told you I was really in it, there's no point in faking

But I don't need to post the pics for the validation

Social media got you pissed, there's no point in making

Big deals over other romantic vacations

The fact that I'm with you everyday should be enough

But you don't see it that way in your imagination

Do what we do

What we do in your imagination

When I

Do what we do

What we do in your imagination

When I