CHORUS It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends VERSE 1 I got this text from this girl I used to freak Talking bout she found the man with whom she hoped would be The man she’d marry Maybe make a baby daddy Tryn’a play it off I text her back saying I’m happy Not the best move I know But I’d damned if I show The slightest bit of jealousy Play’em like Bill Bellamy See texting is art form Where we watch words Them off words That can make things feel awkward Then came a text with a smiley face “Thought you’d be mad plus my timing ain’t The best Considering we just had sex About a week ago But I feel you need to know” Damn, I hope my feelings don’t show Damn, I think I love her but I don’t know Man, I chose benefits I should’ve wifed it Now I gotta act via text like I’m aight with This new information that I’m tryna process No more brining me lunch And no more sex No more chicken noodle when my nose begin to sniffle No more pics from your phone of your nipples? I should respond before she know that I’m hurt But what should I say What lie should come first? The one where I say that it was only sex? Or admit that I’m hurt cause you were more than a flex CHORUS 2X It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends VERSE 2 A week had passed and we hadn't said a word Twitter finger itching, But I had to fight the urge Can I still like your pics And comment on your status Such an awkward position And this silence got me anxious I know what’s up! Girl you tryna call my bluff Scared that you’ll be lonely now you tryna rope me Figure if you told me That you found a homie I would then be nosey And mad you never chose me Next you’ll post memes And quotes from Maya Angelou Saying you a Queen Friends with benefits Means tentative So don’t be sensitive Or say I’m negative I’ll admit, I got issues with trust Last chick I called Bae, Had issues with lust Forgive the doubt I can’t live without Considering the “truths” that came out her mouth I hungered for her touch In fact Driven by lust She’s the one I love But you’re the one I fuck Don’t kiss or listen much What’s time given us When minutes after I bust I question Is this enough Silly me Thinking my soliloquies Were so slick You wouldn’t get sick of me The inner me Scared cause you into me Suppose I let you in to see Would you still be into me? CHORUS 2X It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends

CHORUS It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends VERSE 1 I got this text from this girl I used to freak Talking bout she found the man with whom she hoped would be The man she’d marry Maybe make a baby daddy Tryn’a play it off I text her back saying I’m happy Not the best move I know But I’d damned if I show The slightest bit of jealousy Play’em like Bill Bellamy See texting is art form Where we watch words Them off words That can make things feel awkward Then came a text with a smiley face “Thought you’d be mad plus my timing ain’t The best Considering we just had sex About a week ago But I feel you need to know” Damn, I hope my feelings don’t show Damn, I think I love her but I don’t know Man, I chose benefits I should’ve wifed it Now I gotta act via text like I’m aight with This new information that I’m tryna process No more brining me lunch And no more sex No more chicken noodle when my nose begin to sniffle No more pics from your phone of your nipples? I should respond before she know that I’m hurt But what should I say What lie should come first? The one where I say that it was only sex? Or admit that I’m hurt cause you were more than a flex CHORUS 2X It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends VERSE 2 A week had passed and we hadn't said a word Twitter finger itching, But I had to fight the urge Can I still like your pics And comment on your status Such an awkward position And this silence got me anxious I know what’s up! Girl you tryna call my bluff Scared that you’ll be lonely now you tryna rope me Figure if you told me That you found a homie I would then be nosey And mad you never chose me Next you’ll post memes And quotes from Maya Angelou Saying you a Queen Friends with benefits Means tentative So don’t be sensitive Or say I’m negative I’ll admit, I got issues with trust Last chick I called Bae, Had issues with lust Forgive the doubt I can’t live without Considering the “truths” that came out her mouth I hungered for her touch In fact Driven by lust She’s the one I love But you’re the one I fuck Don’t kiss or listen much What’s time given us When minutes after I bust I question Is this enough Silly me Thinking my soliloquies Were so slick You wouldn’t get sick of me The inner me Scared cause you into me Suppose I let you in to see Would you still be into me? CHORUS 2X It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends

CHORUS It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends VERSE 1 I got this text from this girl I used to freak Talking bout she found the man with whom she hoped would be The man she’d marry Maybe make a baby daddy Tryn’a play it off I text her back saying I’m happy Not the best move I know But I’d damned if I show The slightest bit of jealousy Play’em like Bill Bellamy See texting is art form Where we watch words Them off words That can make things feel awkward Then came a text with a smiley face “Thought you’d be mad plus my timing ain’t The best Considering we just had sex About a week ago But I feel you need to know” Damn, I hope my feelings don’t show Damn, I think I love her but I don’t know Man, I chose benefits I should’ve wifed it Now I gotta act via text like I’m aight with This new information that I’m tryna process No more brining me lunch And no more sex No more chicken noodle when my nose begin to sniffle No more pics from your phone of your nipples? I should respond before she know that I’m hurt But what should I say What lie should come first? The one where I say that it was only sex? Or admit that I’m hurt cause you were more than a flex CHORUS 2X It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends VERSE 2 A week had passed and we hadn't said a word Twitter finger itching, But I had to fight the urge Can I still like your pics And comment on your status Such an awkward position And this silence got me anxious I know what’s up! Girl you tryna call my bluff Scared that you’ll be lonely now you tryna rope me Figure if you told me That you found a homie I would then be nosey And mad you never chose me Next you’ll post memes And quotes from Maya Angelou Saying you a Queen Friends with benefits Means tentative So don’t be sensitive Or say I’m negative I’ll admit, I got issues with trust Last chick I called Bae, Had issues with lust Forgive the doubt I can’t live without Considering the “truths” that came out her mouth I hungered for her touch In fact Driven by lust She’s the one I love But you’re the one I fuck Don’t kiss or listen much What’s time given us When minutes after I bust I question Is this enough Silly me Thinking my soliloquies Were so slick You wouldn’t get sick of me The inner me Scared cause you into me Suppose I let you in to see Would you still be into me? CHORUS 2X It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends

CHORUS It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends VERSE 1 I got this text from this girl I used to freak Talking bout she found the man with whom she hoped would be The man she’d marry Maybe make a baby daddy Tryn’a play it off I text her back saying I’m happy Not the best move I know But I’d damned if I show The slightest bit of jealousy Play’em like Bill Bellamy See texting is art form Where we watch words Them off words That can make things feel awkward Then came a text with a smiley face “Thought you’d be mad plus my timing ain’t The best Considering we just had sex About a week ago But I feel you need to know” Damn, I hope my feelings don’t show Damn, I think I love her but I don’t know Man, I chose benefits I should’ve wifed it Now I gotta act via text like I’m aight with This new information that I’m tryna process No more brining me lunch And no more sex No more chicken noodle when my nose begin to sniffle No more pics from your phone of your nipples? I should respond before she know that I’m hurt But what should I say What lie should come first? The one where I say that it was only sex? Or admit that I’m hurt cause you were more than a flex CHORUS 2X It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends VERSE 2 A week had passed and we hadn't said a word Twitter finger itching, But I had to fight the urge Can I still like your pics And comment on your status Such an awkward position And this silence got me anxious I know what’s up! Girl you tryna call my bluff Scared that you’ll be lonely now you tryna rope me Figure if you told me That you found a homie I would then be nosey And mad you never chose me Next you’ll post memes And quotes from Maya Angelou Saying you a Queen Friends with benefits Means tentative So don’t be sensitive Or say I’m negative I’ll admit, I got issues with trust Last chick I called Bae, Had issues with lust Forgive the doubt I can’t live without Considering the “truths” that came out her mouth I hungered for her touch In fact Driven by lust She’s the one I love But you’re the one I fuck Don’t kiss or listen much What’s time given us When minutes after I bust I question Is this enough Silly me Thinking my soliloquies Were so slick You wouldn’t get sick of me The inner me Scared cause you into me Suppose I let you in to see Would you still be into me? CHORUS 2X It was more than a flex It was more than a text It was more than just sex Now I guess you’re an ex? Should’a been more than just friends Now you switched up the plans Got me thinking to myself how I’m gon make amends