Lata Harbor feat. AUGUST 08, Marc E. Bassy & Collett -
Wash My Hands (feat. Marc E. Bassy & Collett)
Wash My Hands (feat. Marc E. Bassy & Collett)
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I need you
I wish I didn't have to
Is always so misleading how you come and go
And do it all again
So filthy
The way that I've been treated
Is it something that I said that made you walk away
And do this all again
You want me when is easy
But you don't stay for cleaning up
When I wipe up my feelings
That's while when you've had enough
Say you're done, it's over
Then here comes the sorry
Tell me you can't live without me
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
I can't hold it together I'm hurting
Why do you do me so dirty
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
Why do you wanna leave me?
High and dry
'Bout to make a grown man cry
(Hmm)
I didn't wanna do it but I knew I had to do it
That drama getting adicting but it started you
You were cool when you were mine but now you're a daddy hoe
How could I ever not take this personal
It's my personal life
I'm gon' find me a wife
Fucked around the plane and now she got vertigo
On the way to countries that you ain't heard before
I see you stalking on the gram
They say, no girl, you know
We had a plan but I guess that's now sparking soap
Say you're done, it's over
Then here comes the sorry
Tell me you can't live without me
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
I can't hold it together I'm hurting
Why do you do me so dirty
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna wash my hands
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna wash my hands
Wash my hands
And I've been washing down tequila
Like down at the crib
Need my drink tell me real
Need my
Style your wife you know
Feelings got attached
She's got a pride for you
All the good shits planned
And her vist it's being cancelled
Wash my hands
No more being mishandle
Take a chance
Take a breath
'Cause your touch got a fax trip
Bow at the sink for thirty seconds
You want me when is easy
But you don't stay for cleaning up
When I wipe up my feelings
That's while when you've had enough
Say you're done, it's over
Then here comes the sorry
Tell me you can't live without me
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
I can't hold it together I'm hurting
Why do you do me so dirty
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna wash my hands
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna wash my hands
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna I wanna
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna wash my hands
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I need you
I wish I didn't have to
Is always so misleading how you come and go
And do it all again
So filthy
The way that I've been treated
Is it something that I said that made you walk away
And do this all again
You want me when is easy
But you don't stay for cleaning up
When I wipe up my feelings
That's while when you've had enough
Say you're done, it's over
Then here comes the sorry
Tell me you can't live without me
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
I can't hold it together I'm hurting
Why do you do me so dirty
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
Why do you wanna leave me?
High and dry
'Bout to make a grown man cry
(Hmm)
I didn't wanna do it but I knew I had to do it
That drama getting adicting but it started you
You were cool when you were mine but now you're a daddy hoe
How could I ever not take this personal
It's my personal life
I'm gon' find me a wife
Fucked around the plane and now she got vertigo
On the way to countries that you ain't heard before
I see you stalking on the gram
They say, no girl, you know
We had a plan but I guess that's now sparking soap
Say you're done, it's over
Then here comes the sorry
Tell me you can't live without me
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
I can't hold it together I'm hurting
Why do you do me so dirty
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna wash my hands
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna wash my hands
Wash my hands
And I've been washing down tequila
Like down at the crib
Need my drink tell me real
Need my
Style your wife you know
Feelings got attached
She's got a pride for you
All the good shits planned
And her vist it's being cancelled
Wash my hands
No more being mishandle
Take a chance
Take a breath
'Cause your touch got a fax trip
Bow at the sink for thirty seconds
You want me when is easy
But you don't stay for cleaning up
When I wipe up my feelings
That's while when you've had enough
Say you're done, it's over
Then here comes the sorry
Tell me you can't live without me
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
I can't hold it together I'm hurting
Why do you do me so dirty
Baby you making a mess
I wanna wash my hands
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna wash my hands
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna wash my hands
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna I wanna
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-I
I wanna wash my hands
Credits
Writer(s): Marc Griffin, Ray Davon Jacobs, Bobby Clifton Brackins, Chloe George, Nicholas Balding
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