Shasta grape I ain't got no papes You say when you flyin' back that you ain't really tryna date, no And I won't hate Promise I won't hate If you pop up out of love with me and only want the rate And you always thing I'm lying But baby I'm just really trying Not to let you see I'm crying Every single fucking night now And you always think I'm plotting I just pray I'm not forgotten I been acting fuckin' rotted But I promise that I wanna play nice There's no blame It's to be ashamed And I know that you'll be busy soon as you get on that plane That's the game I can't promise I don't doubt you But this could be my final straw If I do this without you Don't forget I came and found you I was always tryna be around you But first I gotta get up off the ground too Get on your level boy, you know I'm fucking down too