1:42 to 2:36

[Verse]
I really hope you play this 'cause, oh, girl, you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one-off vacations
You've been taking, clearly a lot for me da take in, it don't make sense
Young East African girl, you too busy fucking wit' cha other man
I was tryna just put chu on game, put chu on a plane, take you and your mama to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day, when ya figure out you're gonna need someone
When ya figure out it's alright here in the city and ya don't run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice
Poetic justice
You were so new to this life, but, goddamn, you got adjusted
I mean, I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Yo' natural hair and yo' soft skin and yo' big ass in that sundress
Ooh, good God, what cha doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we talk more
And they say communication save relations, I can tell
But I can never write my wrongs unless I write 'em down for real
PS