Shame
I always seem to get my way way too late
Say you wanna be a new man with your new lover
Just remember who showed you that
Used to be about yourself, now you're selfless
Glad I could do that, but
I don't fuck with you like that anymore
But I still think about that time in New Orleans, oh na
It's kinda messed up, she don't have to see
How you messed up when you were with me
It's a shame she gon' know everything I taught you
It's a shame she gon' get to see your better you
It's a shame that I went through all that shit
It's a shame she don't even see the come up
It's a shame, ah yeah
Yeah, I gave you time 'cause I was blind and I was patient
Tried to focus on the good times but the bad out-weighted it
I'm way too good, baby don't stress
Had to let you go so you can be a blessing
Or another girl's lesson
I don't fuck with you like that anymore
But I still think about that time in New Orleans, oh na
It's kinda messed up, she don't have to see
How you messed up when you were with me
It's a shame she gon' know everything I taught you
It's a shame she gon' get to see your better you
It's a shame that I went through all that shit
It's a shame she don't even see the come up
It's a shame, ah yeah
Ooh, it's a shame
Ooh, it's a shame
Ooh, it's a shame
Ooh, it's a shame, ah yeah
Look, you foul but never been cold as this
I pull your cards so much, I got an abundance of poker chips
I can't front, I though about you
Then I wrote a song about you
Two verses, recorded a bridge
And then got over it
So I ain't tripping, just look how cool my composure is
Ain't finna text you with all that "I need some closure" shit
I can't tell if I'm still salty but don't post a pic with my ex pose
Or I'ma have to expose the bitch, nah
I've been out of it, gotta tear me some vitamins
For all that jazz, you be sounding like Mitchell Donovan
You be talking all kinda shit
Still can't see that the problem is
'Fore I got up inside, girl you didn't know what a condom is
If the fire burn out, don't trip, just let it
But I live that kinda life to make a bitch regret it
I ain't gonna complain or vent to sound all sympathetic
But whenever you ride his dick, make sure you give me credit
It's a shame she gon' know everything I taught you
It's a shame she gon' get to see your better you
Say you wanna be a new man with your new lover
Just remember who showed you that
Used to be about yourself, now you're selfless
Glad I could do that, but
I don't fuck with you like that anymore
But I still think about that time in New Orleans, oh na
It's kinda messed up, she don't have to see
How you messed up when you were with me
It's a shame she gon' know everything I taught you
It's a shame she gon' get to see your better you
It's a shame that I went through all that shit
It's a shame she don't even see the come up
It's a shame, ah yeah
Yeah, I gave you time 'cause I was blind and I was patient
Tried to focus on the good times but the bad out-weighted it
I'm way too good, baby don't stress
Had to let you go so you can be a blessing
Or another girl's lesson
I don't fuck with you like that anymore
But I still think about that time in New Orleans, oh na
It's kinda messed up, she don't have to see
How you messed up when you were with me
It's a shame she gon' know everything I taught you
It's a shame she gon' get to see your better you
It's a shame that I went through all that shit
It's a shame she don't even see the come up
It's a shame, ah yeah
Ooh, it's a shame
Ooh, it's a shame
Ooh, it's a shame
Ooh, it's a shame, ah yeah
Look, you foul but never been cold as this
I pull your cards so much, I got an abundance of poker chips
I can't front, I though about you
Then I wrote a song about you
Two verses, recorded a bridge
And then got over it
So I ain't tripping, just look how cool my composure is
Ain't finna text you with all that "I need some closure" shit
I can't tell if I'm still salty but don't post a pic with my ex pose
Or I'ma have to expose the bitch, nah
I've been out of it, gotta tear me some vitamins
For all that jazz, you be sounding like Mitchell Donovan
You be talking all kinda shit
Still can't see that the problem is
'Fore I got up inside, girl you didn't know what a condom is
If the fire burn out, don't trip, just let it
But I live that kinda life to make a bitch regret it
I ain't gonna complain or vent to sound all sympathetic
But whenever you ride his dick, make sure you give me credit
It's a shame she gon' know everything I taught you
It's a shame she gon' get to see your better you
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Alan Hamlin, Kiana Lede, Romika Shaneal Faniel, Yaw Sintim Misa, Vaidel Lorence Vidal, Kareem James
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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