Pres - Mrs.

Pres and Jake talk about the events that inspired "Mrs." and it's huge music video. Jake asked questions that kept Pres on his toes and truly begot self-reflection when it comes to social interactions and priorities. Jake also introduces us to a new segment called "Line Time" where the duo discuss their favorite lines from the track. Thank you so much for tuning in and make sure to follow us to get updated when new episodes drop! (on the 15th of every month!)

Song: "Mrs."

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Lyrics:

Said you way too busy for relationships

(That ain’t really to blame)

So why’s that what you looking for

(It’s all up under your name)

You went inside the kitchen drawer

Found the biggest knife you could

Then waited ‘till I’d miss you more

(And that shit not okay)

So this ain’t love girl, this is war

You stabbed me in the back and then

You came back just to twist it more

(Won’t forget that day)

Left me bleeding on the kitchen floor

Thinking

I might miss us

Then again you couldn’t be my Mrs

Since you left, I haven’t made no misses

Turn me down, then shit, we turning this up

I don’t miss ya

The way you said you feel me, then you switch up

Thanking god that I ain’t got no pictures

Always thought you something I could fix up

I might

Miss what I thought we had

I won’t diss ‘cause you’re not that bad

Hope you listen and get so sad

The way we kissing, I knew that’s that

I won’t see you again

Where to begin

I’ve been all over your skin

There’s nothing within, I’m

Wishing that you let me in

You coulda been my

Wifey or my nightly

But you tried get both, you unhinged

I bet you scrolling on Hinge

Looking for someone else

You were my favorite binge

Until you was yourself

You killed me and you didn’t flinch

Baby you’re something else

You pushing me out to the fringe

Telling me fuck myself

And all you did was fuck me over

I think of the shit that I told ya

And though I present as a soldier

One look in your eyes and I fold up

I’m sorry that I haven’t shown up

If that’s the reason that it’s blown up

I need to stop pushing for closure

I wish you were pulling me c-

I might miss us

Then again you couldn’t be my Mrs

Since you left, I haven’t made no misses

Turn me down, then shit, we turning this up

I don’t miss ya

The way you said you feel me, then you switch up

Thanking god that I ain’t got no pictures

Always thought you something I could fix up

I might

Drop dead

If you come to me claiming I ain’t tried my best

Make no time for me, but you making time for Pres

Got me dodging sleep all ‘cause you need time to rest

Just say you like me less

‘Cause now the hype is dead

Really ain’t what I’m perceived to be, I gotta flex

I wrote a script where I really be him

And now it just be playing out all in your head

Speaking of something that’s all in my head

You was an angel to me, now you dead

Thought she had values, ‘till I seen her bend

Let’s go from lover to fucker to friend

Never mind, this is the end

I grab the Elytra and I’ll fly out

Just like I did that one time I hit

And then you just rushed to get right out

Can’t hit the gym, ‘cause right across from it

Me and you just spent a good night out

This mixed chick is on the blacklist

And that shit is never getting Whiteout

There’s a list of the shit that you like in my notes

Like Disney movies and talking while you coast

You like Hercules and god damn it, I’m close

You like comedy and god damn it, I’m jokes

The joke is on you when this song getting post

Was ‘posed to end different and damn we were close

Not really my X, so don’t be in my quotes

I might miss us

Then again you couldn’t be my Mrs

Since you left, I haven’t made no misses

Turn me down, then shit, we turning this up

I don’t miss ya

The way you said you feel me, then you switch up

Thanking god that I ain’t got no pictures

Always thought you something I could fix up

I might