Mood

Yeah I didn't wanna write about you this soon (this soon)
Cuz everything you doin' is a big mood (big mood)
Yeah tried to cut me off that's a bit rude (bit rude)
And you never were the same that's a sick truth (sick truth)
Yeah I didn't wanna write about you this soon (this soon)
Cuz everything you doin' is a big mood (big mood)
Yeah tried to cut me off that's a bit rude (bit rude)
And you never were the same that's a sick truth (sick truth)

Yeah,
You the one who taught me to love with me guard down
Once you did that then you went and ripped my heart out
I don't get why you wanna make it hard now
I don't like to deal but I gotta give the cards out
Now I wonder if she gonna make it right
Cuz the truth is she fucked up my life
And her love it be toxic but now that I'm off it
It's clear that I'm paying the price
It's fucked up I been through this twice in the past
Now I can deal with it this isn't bad
Really can't give this the time that I have
So I'm pushing my music my foot on the gas and,
Looking back loving you was reckless
Loving me I know you never meant it
And I know you always hated when I wrote about my exes
So now that you're one of 'em I'll put you in a setlist

I didn't wanna write about you this soon (this soon)
Cuz everything you doin' is a big mood (big mood)
Yeah tried to cut me off that's a bit rude (bit rude)
And you never were the same that's a sick truth (sick truth)

Yeah now I'm gonna speak on the way that you played me
Cuz 3 times a week you would say that I'm crazy
And I was but that still doesn't change things
I don't get the reason for hate that you gave me
Looking back I can see you were controlling
Always made me drive like you thought I wouldn't notice
Tried to cut my friends off you didn't even know them
Our love wasn't toxic that shit was explosive
I was the light and you were the fuse
That shit gets ignited it do what it do
How can I heal if I knew it was you?
You never really loved me the truth is the truth
You ain't never worked but you think you a boss
So why ain't you think of the cost?
Cuz dealing wit me you know words are my weapon
It's crazy you letting me talk
Cuz when I go gold imma send you a plaque
I dare you to send that shit back
Cuz when I go platinum your cut from the album
And then I'll be calling it wraps, facts

Yeah I didn't wanna write about you this soon (this soon)
Cuz everything you doin' is a big mood (big mood)
Yeah tried to cut me off that's a bit rude (bit rude)
And you never were the same that's a sick truth (sick truth)
Yeah I didn't wanna write about you this soon
Cuz everything you doin' is a big mood
Yeah tried to cut me off that's a bit rude
And you never were the same that's a sick truth