[Produced by Noah Ayala] [Verse 1: Murs] It's like damn, why it take me so long to see? That your tramp a** never was good enough for me No tears in my eyes since I walked through that doorway For three long years we did things your way And now it's my turn to find me that good love Cause you the type of broad nobody else could love Let's be honest, we just got comfortable This whole thing between us shouldn'tve lasted but a month or two So why you all sad? Now it's time for me to cope You had some flings on the side, I already know Yeah it hurt, cause I never did you dirty I did everything I could trynna make this work So I could walk away from this with a clear conscience You could miss me with them tears and that nonsense Wonder I'm acting so nonchalant Cause I feel nothing for you, I don't even have to front [Verse 2: Balance] We started as a fling, grew to a thing I wanted out, you wanted a ring I move in, cause you said no More putting out if you ain't putting in dough Pull me along, I move slow Break up to make up, every month or so Back-and-forth fighting, I stop writing You stop calling, then you back balling Eyes blush shot red, we make up, falling In the same sh** we was in before morning But, you say it's love, I don't think so So, hard to think when the red low Everyday problem, ain't no solving We ain't moving, time keep revolving This ain't evolving, we need to stop If love is a weapon then yo a** got shot