Toast

Askin' for the keys while we disagree
Why you gotta be like that?
Blame it all on me swear you're gonna leave
But I know you'll be right back

Girl, I thought that we were family
Now you're hangin' up the phone
You used to try to understand me
Now you're sayin' that you don't

I'ma have a nice cold glass of "I told you so"
I called this shit like three weeks ago
I never said it would be easy
And now you're actin' like the most
I'ma have a nice cold glass of "I told you so"

I'ma raise a toast
I'ma raise a toast
I'ma raise a toast
I'ma raise a toast

Drivin' me insane playin' all your games
Girl, you ain't a saint no more
Baby, it's a shame could have made you famous
You'll never be that ho

I'd have brought you to my level
Now I'm leaving you at home
I swear I'm sleeping with the devil
Now I'd rather sleep alone

I'ma have a nice cold glass of "I told you so"
I called this shit like three weeks ago
I never said it would be easy
And now you're actin' like the most
I'ma have a nice cold glass of "I told you so"

I'ma raise a toast
I'ma raise a toast
I'ma raise a toast
I'ma raise a toast

A toast to me, sayin' "I told you so"
A toast to you, walkin' out the fuckin' door
A toast to me, callin' this like weeks ago
Even though I always know
You're comin' right back for more

I'ma raise a toast
Whiskey on the rocks how I like it
Not how you like it 'cause I love the fire
When you flick your lighter when you're tryin' to hide it
Then you throw it on the ground cute when you frown
We're breakin' down word's gettin' round
Buy another round I'll buy another round

'Cause I'ma raise a toast
Raise 'em up, let 'em clink-clink
Prosecco with the bitters my drink
When'd you get so bitter, I think
You need some time alone
And girl, I told you so

I'ma raise a toast
I'ma raise a toast
I'ma raise a toast
I'ma raise a toast



Credits
Writer(s): Suzannah Elizabeth Powell, John Michael Rouchell
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