I Got Robbed (Interlude)
You robbed me from the melodies I used to play
Sweet voice of yours I can never replay
You robbed me from all the memories
You robbed me from all the things I feel
You fucked it up for every kind man out there
I'm disgusted with the way you flipped on me
So many personalities
Which one's lying to me which one's missing me
Missing you was the only reason I called
You said bruh stop lying with your hidden truth
I said that's the truth
What's wrong with you?
You ask what do I need from you
I said you
I simply said you
You said do whatever you need to do
To get over me cause I been done with you
Oh, you been gone, really you're done?
You like to see me suffer
I hear it in your laughter
I'm hearing your texts blazing
You typing fast
Told all your friends that bitch still calling
Probably recording my confession
For your next studio session
Make it a good hit
Make it a good one
Probably will put you on
Bet you can't get this magic shit nowhere else
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a fucking waste of beautiful skin
What a waste of beautiful lips
What a waste of hope and faith in love
What a waste of opening up
What a waste of someone who actually knows how to dress
What a waste of a man who knows how to care
For a woman
Who's hurting
What a waste of a good man
What a waste of a good man
I have to pretend I never heard of you
Oh, so you know him?
No I don't
I have to pretend I never heard of your songs
Sweet voice of yours I can never replay
You robbed me from all the memories
You robbed me from all the things I feel
You fucked it up for every kind man out there
I'm disgusted with the way you flipped on me
So many personalities
Which one's lying to me which one's missing me
Missing you was the only reason I called
You said bruh stop lying with your hidden truth
I said that's the truth
What's wrong with you?
You ask what do I need from you
I said you
I simply said you
You said do whatever you need to do
To get over me cause I been done with you
Oh, you been gone, really you're done?
You like to see me suffer
I hear it in your laughter
I'm hearing your texts blazing
You typing fast
Told all your friends that bitch still calling
Probably recording my confession
For your next studio session
Make it a good hit
Make it a good one
Probably will put you on
Bet you can't get this magic shit nowhere else
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a fucking waste of beautiful skin
What a waste of beautiful lips
What a waste of hope and faith in love
What a waste of opening up
What a waste of someone who actually knows how to dress
What a waste of a man who knows how to care
For a woman
Who's hurting
What a waste of a good man
What a waste of a good man
I have to pretend I never heard of you
Oh, so you know him?
No I don't
I have to pretend I never heard of your songs
Credits
Writer(s): Miryam Magri, Patrick White Ames
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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