(I-I-I)
I'ma take her back to back for round two
Off tequila, at the crib, gettin' loose
There's a whole 'lot of women runnin' 'round this room (I)
But the whole time, yeah, the whole time, I could only think about you
Still got brain, left in the rain, big jet plane, back to the city
Know it's cliché, my life changed, you got strange, you don't fuck with me (I)
And I know that we said, "So long" (I'm working on dying)
But I still don't know what went wrong (BNYX)
Heart went cold, money turned long, I was in the whip losing control
I was off six, I was in the zone, trippin' off shit that you was on
Look me in my face, look me in my eyes and you swear to God that you wasn't wrong
Fuck it, I'm rich, I guess it's gonе, I cannot give no fucks no more
Two in the mornin', tеxtin', "Are you up?," I'm high as a bitch right now, I'm stuck
"Did I do too much?" You said, "Not enough," I need some closure, can you open up?
I'll pretend that I'm in paradise without you, I'm tryna talk to somebody new
But it's gettin' hard to hold a conversation 'cause the whole time, all I'm thinkin' 'bout you
I don't know if I'm comin' off rude, I'm sorry, I'm just tellin' the truth
Brand new Maybach, it's cool, but everybody, I had to lose
Yeah, it's you every time that I choose, who got in your head? And why you confused?
I don't want to hear it, to tell you the truth, you just wastin' time
I'ma take her back to back for round two
Off tequila, at the crib, gettin' loose
There's a whole 'lot of women runnin' 'round this room
But the whole time, yeah, the whole time, I could only think about you
Still got brain, left in the rain, big jet plane, back to the city
Know it's cliché, my life changed, you got strange, you don't fuck with me
And I know that we said, "So long"
But I still don't know what went wrong
Where you at? What the fuck? I still don't really know what's up
Retail therapy, when I walk into the store, I'm tryna replace your love, okay
Spent a week, pourin' up, it's a whole lotta pain in the cup
Sippin' slow, keep my pain on the tuck, you had me really believin' in love
You said you loved on the kid, that was serious, don't say sorry, I'm really not hearin' it
Off some shit and it's got me delirious, I fucked up too, that's point blank, period
Heard all that shit and I'm curious, all I do is just pray it ain't true
Yeah, I'd rather talk to you, but you just gon' waste my time
So, I'ma take her back to back for round two
Off tequila, at the crib, gettin' loose
There's a whole 'lot of women runnin' 'round this room
But the whole time, yeah, the whole time, I could only think about you
Still got brain, left in the rain, big jet plane, back to the city
Know it's cliché, my life changed, you got strange, you don't fuck with me
And I know that we said, "So long"
But I still don't know what went wrong (Ooh)
And I know that we said, "So long"
But I still don't know what went wrong
compositores: Charlton Howard - Benjamin Saint Fort - Quickly, Quickly
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