white lies

i'm picking up really sketch vibes, my woman's been telling me lies, about other men, about where she's been hanging, suspicious thoughts in my mind, been brewing up over time, "he's just a friend,", when to me he's a stranger, i can hold no evidence, but i can't think emotionless, and something in your choice of dress, tonight can lead to just one guess, white lies, you try, can't blind my eyes, you got your red dress on, and you want to play, like i can't know things that i've never seen, its been keeping me up every night, most of the time, i toss and turn in bed and i try, not to explode, when you arrive, sneaking through the door, like it ain't 5, like this house ain't mine, yes i been picking up really sketch vibes, and i keep looking over at your side, wondering where you been, thinking that he ain't a friend, knowing that thoughts are a sin, and so i'll say it again, i'm picking up really sketch vibes, my woman's been telling me lies, about other men, about where she's been hanging,