| You get in my bed, you twist up my head |
| I’m changing for you, changing for you |
| You get in my bed, you twist up my head |
| I’m changing for you, changing for you |
| You got with the life |
| You lied and a piece of me dies |
| Inside out I pray, so much I can’t take |
| I’m here for the ride, your pride might be the reason why |
| We don’t even make, here to see the days |
| Whoa |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Whoa, whoa |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Needed you, wanted you to stay mine |
| Winter came, you left me on my favorite time, yeah |
| You down this road, you passed the street on early time |
| Claimed you haven’t eaten in days |
| Drinking, you wait in champagne |
| You’re too busy dancing in the club to our songs |
| Turned up on my phone, changing your whole tone |
| Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions |
| Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions |
| You’re too busy dancing in the club to our songs |
| Turned up on my phone, changing your whole tone |
| Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions |
| Playing with my emotions, playing with my emotions |
| Playing with my emotions, playing with my |
| You get in my bed, you twist up my head |
| I’m changing for you, changing for you |
| You get in my bed, you twist up my head |
| I’m changing for you, changing for you |
| You got with the life |
| You lied and a piece of me dies |
| Inside out I pray, so much I can’t take |
| I’m here for the ride, your pride might be the reason why |
| We don’t even make, here to see the days |
| Whoa |
| Flying places 'cause you know to travel lonely |
| Judging me lately, banging the gravel on me |
| Friends wanna tattle on me |
| You put your words together like you getting points for that shit |
| Like your playing scrabble on me |
| Your momma the sweetest lady, that apple fell far from that tree |
| Can’t you be honest about your parents, like how hard can it be |
| You know I showed those songs you been playing all on repeat |
| You found replacements for me but you know it’s hard to compete |
| Whoa |
| Calling me daddy, I taught you things that a father can’t teach |
| At the beginning, it feel like you’re going harder than me |
| Then you stood back on me |
| Shit, girl, you hit the Harden on me |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Whoa, whoa |