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