Imposter
I think I'm leaving tonight
That means that this is goodbye
You look so sweet and taste so ripe
But it just doesn't feel right
I know you're just an imposter
And you can take what you wanna
Crashing and burning I think that it's a goner
She's sipping I don't think that I can last much longer
Spin your web of lies
Let's put our feelings to the side
You don't think that it was wrong
I don't think that it was right
Never been so close before
Feelings I just can't ignore
I can't take it anymore
Cause deep down I know you're a monster
Lost my concentration
Halfway through the fucking conversation
Fuck it was that you was talking about
See, I'm over it now
I'm over it now
These fine dime bitches get so nasty on the low
Get them in the room and I just watch them lose control
Seems so sweet but deep down she's so sour
She know that pussy is power
She doing lines on the counter
She 'bout them random encounters
In the late night hours
See I've been waiting fucked up
And let my heart get devoured
She used to count out my bread
Make sure I wasn't getting played
Sometimes I wish I would've stayed
But it would never be the same
So no, no, I'm gone like you never met me
It's cute you think it's gonna be so easy to forget me
In the club, 3AM, bitches on the ceiling
Raining down on me, can't complain 'bout how I'm feeling
That means that this is goodbye
You look so sweet and taste so ripe
But it just doesn't feel right
I know you're just an imposter
And you can take what you wanna
Crashing and burning I think that it's a goner
She's sipping I don't think that I can last much longer
Spin your web of lies
Let's put our feelings to the side
You don't think that it was wrong
I don't think that it was right
Never been so close before
Feelings I just can't ignore
I can't take it anymore
Cause deep down I know you're a monster
Lost my concentration
Halfway through the fucking conversation
Fuck it was that you was talking about
See, I'm over it now
I'm over it now
These fine dime bitches get so nasty on the low
Get them in the room and I just watch them lose control
Seems so sweet but deep down she's so sour
She know that pussy is power
She doing lines on the counter
She 'bout them random encounters
In the late night hours
See I've been waiting fucked up
And let my heart get devoured
She used to count out my bread
Make sure I wasn't getting played
Sometimes I wish I would've stayed
But it would never be the same
So no, no, I'm gone like you never met me
It's cute you think it's gonna be so easy to forget me
In the club, 3AM, bitches on the ceiling
Raining down on me, can't complain 'bout how I'm feeling
Credits
Writer(s): Robert John Richardson, Corey James French
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