You calling me baby ain’t extra. Call me what you want. Baby, love, sweetheart, yours, or whatever other sweet shit you feel. I’on give a fuck. You don’t have to overthink when it comes to me, J. I’m right here. It’s a lot of shit I haven’t verbally expressed to you ‘cause you might think a nigga off his rockers for how I’m tryna come behind you. You running away only gone make me chase yo’ ass harder. Every time you look over your shoulder, you gone see me right on your ass like a fucking lunatic. You ain’t alone, mama.”
