walk with a beat.

the game was to call it “temporary.”

boy, be careful what you wish for

‘cause you might get that n’ so much more.

i won’t shed a tear.

if you don’t want me here, boy, i’ll give you space;

in the closet where my clothes should be,

in that empty bed without me.

now i’m walkin’ out the front door.

you got exactly what you asked for;

space,

in your phone where it said my name,

where i tore my picture out your frame,

n’ i won’t be around when you figure out,

you got exactly what you asked for;

space.

now wait, this ain’t no way to be treated. 

mm, mistake; you can’t have your cake n’ eat it. 

now now, any real man would up n’ leave,

but i guess that’s more than you can be.

let me help you out, i’ma leave right now.

boy you got your space.