[Hook] Yo, maybe I pull up, maybe I don’t, You got food on the table, but maybe I won’t. Phone blowin’ up, I just let that shit ring, Am I comin’ through or nah? I don’t promise a thing. [Verse 1] Yeah, my stomach’s loud, but my ego louder, Thinkin’ ‘bout the bullshit, last night soured. You text “come eat,” but I sit in my car, Like fuck this drama, I ain’t drivin’ that far. Do I walk in the crib, smell the sauce on the stove? Or sit here pissed off, play tough, act cold? Could be dinner, could be war, man, I don’t know, One bite of your lasagna, all my pride might go. [Hook] Yo, maybe I pull up, maybe I don’t, You got food on the table, but maybe I won’t. Phone blowin’ up, I just let that shit ring, Am I comin’ through or nah? I don’t promise a thing. [Verse 2] Keys in my hand, but I don’t turn the switch, You say “it’s still hot,” but my mood’s still bitch. Is it pasta and peace, or beef on the side? I can fill up my plate or just swallow my pride. Fuck it, maybe I grab a burger, eat alone, Sit in silence, scrollin’ through my phone. Or maybe I show up, kill the vibe with my face, Act tough all dinner, then dip with no trace. [Bridge] Yeah, the plate’s waitin’, but my mind ain’t clear, I’m hungry as hell, but I’m stuck right here. Flip a coin, heads I go, tails I bail, Tonight’s just another maybe, same ol’ tale. [Hook – outro] Yo, maybe I pull up, maybe I don’t, You got food on the table, but maybe I won’t. Phone blowin’ up, I just let that shit ring, Am I comin’ through or nah? I don’t promise a thing.
