| I seen you smoking cigarettes again, well me too
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| You poppin' pills like it be medicine, I cannot blame you
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| I’m doing fucking good, I’m glad you asked me
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| Can’t look me in the eyes when you walk past me
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| Damn, that’s kinda fucked up
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| So I can’t text you, I think you blocked my number
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| I know we got through everything so that shit make me wonder
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| Do you trust yourself to text me if you had the will? |
| (Damn)
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| From me to you, I know your shit ain’t real (Yeah)
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| Look at the way, all of the games, shit that you play
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| I look at your face, all of its fake, I’m sick of the bullshit
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| You can’t guilt trip this, can’t talk bout shit (Uh)
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| You get left read, why you think that you get dick?
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| Fuck no baby, I don’t forgive you ‘bout all that other shit
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| You on some other shit
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| Looks who’s laughing now
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| Ever since you found out that I’m in love with this
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| And I can’t trust another bitch
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| Fuck no baby, I don’t forgive you ‘bout all that other shit
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| You on some other shit
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| Looks who’s laughing now
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| Ever since you found out that I’m in love with this
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| And I can’t trust another bitch
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| Baby, if you closed your eyes
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| You’d realize that you are such an asshole
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| All the times I tried to be so careful
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| Tip toeing on egg shells
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| You played dirty, I bought Febreze
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| Made it all clean, washed you out my memory
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| You saw an empath, he told you ‘bout your past
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| You said, «Well what about my future?
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| Can I make it last?»
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| He said, «You're rich by the time your twenty-four
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| But you’re gonna be alone, sad and begging at her door» (Oops)
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| I know it hurts you to see me well
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| After all things you put me through while in your hell
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| You can’t fight that, and I don’t want that
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| I hope to stay inside your heart just like an artifact
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| Give some value to your art, maybe make it last
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| If you try to come back, you know that’s a fat fuck no
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| But mama always told me, «Life's a gamble»
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| I‘m pickin' up all of the pieces, my life’s in fuckin' shambles
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| Ever since you fucked up, and fucked all of my best friends
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| Then told me that you loved me, ‘cause I was too obsessed then
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| But look who’s laughing
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| Bitch, I’m up now
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| Was down in the dumps, getting my head straight
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| And my feet back on the ground
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| Way too pessimistic
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| But I know it’s a messy ending when you always come back around
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| Flip floppin', tick-tockin', wasting time
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| But I pray to God that you’re getting by (Like)
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| Look at the way, all of the games, shit that you play
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| I look at your face, all of its fake, I’m sick of the bullshit
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| You can’t guilt trip this, can’t talk bout shit (Uh)
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| You get left read, why you think that you get dick
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| Fuck no baby, I don’t forgive you ‘bout all that other shit
|
| You on some other shit
|
| Looks who’s laughing now
|
| Ever since you found out that I’m in love with this
|
| And I can’t trust another bitch
|
| Fuck no baby, I don’t forgive you ‘bout all that other shit
|
| You on some other shit
|
| Looks who’s laughing now
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| Ever since you found out that I’m in love with this
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| And I can’t trust another bitch |