Sense and Truth

[Intro]
(If I blow this out of proportion and make it unrelative)
(I'm sorry, I'm just a little bit sensitive)
(Sensitive)
(S-S-S-S—)

[Verse 1]
Y'all bitches sensitive
Leave a ho as soon as shit starts to blow
You've got to be kiddin' me
Fuck up with that, "It's all good!"
M-Maybe so, but I don't feel the way I should
Fuckers like you would sooner gaslight
Than give a fuck about my night
I've been ready for this shit, ain't my first rodeo
We were friends like that, then the next thing you know
It's sensitive

[Chorus]
(If the shit that I say about you is negative)
(I'm sorry, I've pre-written this whole damn narrativе)
(If I blow this out of proportion and make it unrelative)
(I'm sorry, I'm just a littlе bit sensitive) You sensitive
(If the shit that I say about you is negative)
(I'm sorry, I've pre-written this whole damn narrative)
(If I blow this out of proportion and make it unrelative)
(I'm sorry, I'm just a little bit sensitive) It don't make sense as it is

[Verse 2]
A little bit might be an exaggeration, like I give a fuck
If you took me wrong, I'm not sorry, that's just your luck
O-Oh, you're feeling great? Well, congratulations, bitch
It's not like I even asked but I'll let you spit
D-D-Don't mess with me when I'm in a certain mood
I-I-I'm not sorry if I fuck your night up with my attitude
(Oh, shit, Beyoncé, we gon' fuck up the night)
Spaceships will be the only thing that'll fly tonight
'Cause you better shut up 'til I'm alright, I'm sensitive

[Chorus]
(If the shit that I say about you is negative)
(I'm sorry, I've pre-written this whole damn narrative)
(If I blow this out of proportion and make it unrelative)
(I'm sorry, I'm just a little bit sensitive) I'm sensitive
(If the shit that I say about you is negative)
(I'm sorry, I've pre-written this whole damn narrative)
(If I blow this out of proportion and make it unrelative)
(I'm sorry, I'm just a little bit sensitive) It don't make sense as it is

[Outro]
(If I blow this out of proportion and make it unrelative)
Shoutout Nigel for the chorus (Sensitive)
(S-S-S-S—) That shit's fire as hell, miss you
(Sensitive) And you better miss me with that
Cop it, copyright, VespOdd, ayy
Portorosso, Milo, you ate that shit up! Shit