Fuckin With My Heart
Once a lover now a friend
Say whatever, I'm listening
Still got each other, amends
Matter of fact, I take it all back
You know how I can act when my egos attacked
My Apologies, I mean seriously
Now that ain't me, that ain't me
No, that ain't me
Always sipping low-key, living dangerously
No that ain't me, that ain't me
And honestly, I
I don't miss your bullshit, I hate to admit it but
You keep fuckin' with heart, fuckin' with my heart
Transcend into when we talk, telling my heart stop
I've been missing, your clothes on my floor
And your passion behind closed doors
You keep fuckin' with my heart, fuckin' with my heart
Full disclosure, I pray
That we ain't over, my fantasy
Somethings I needed to say
I gotta confess my life was mess you put up with my shit and for that I am blessed
My Apologies, I mean seriously
Now that ain't me, that ain't me
No, that ain't me
Forgot about my own dreams, living recklessly
Now that ain't me, that ain't me
And honestly, I
I don't miss your bullshit, I hate to admit it but
You keep fuckin' with my heart, fuckin' with my heart
Transcend into when we talk, telling my heart stop
I've been missing, your clothes on my floor
And your passion behind closed doors
You keep fuckin' with my heart, fuckin' with my heart
You keep
Fuckin' with my heart, fuckin' with my heart
Transcend into when we talk, telling my heart stop
I've been missing, your clothes on my floor
And your passion behind closed doors
You keep fucking with my heart, fuckin' with my heart
Say whatever, I'm listening
Still got each other, amends
Matter of fact, I take it all back
You know how I can act when my egos attacked
My Apologies, I mean seriously
Now that ain't me, that ain't me
No, that ain't me
Always sipping low-key, living dangerously
No that ain't me, that ain't me
And honestly, I
I don't miss your bullshit, I hate to admit it but
You keep fuckin' with heart, fuckin' with my heart
Transcend into when we talk, telling my heart stop
I've been missing, your clothes on my floor
And your passion behind closed doors
You keep fuckin' with my heart, fuckin' with my heart
Full disclosure, I pray
That we ain't over, my fantasy
Somethings I needed to say
I gotta confess my life was mess you put up with my shit and for that I am blessed
My Apologies, I mean seriously
Now that ain't me, that ain't me
No, that ain't me
Forgot about my own dreams, living recklessly
Now that ain't me, that ain't me
And honestly, I
I don't miss your bullshit, I hate to admit it but
You keep fuckin' with my heart, fuckin' with my heart
Transcend into when we talk, telling my heart stop
I've been missing, your clothes on my floor
And your passion behind closed doors
You keep fuckin' with my heart, fuckin' with my heart
You keep
Fuckin' with my heart, fuckin' with my heart
Transcend into when we talk, telling my heart stop
I've been missing, your clothes on my floor
And your passion behind closed doors
You keep fucking with my heart, fuckin' with my heart
Credits
Writer(s): Tanika Bailey, Hanni Ibrahim
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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