Damn
It's too late, I'm gone
Catching this flight, off to the next
It's too late, I'm gone
Feelings were left right where you crept
It's too late, too wrong, too long
Remember the days, the summer we met
You ain't having a car
Pull up to your house to stay up all night
We ain't have shit else to do, oh
Now, ooh, I can't be alone with you
Why you gotta want me back? Damn
Thought I was what you lacked, damn
Now my new nigga's here, damn
Going off the stratosphere, damn
I don't really understand, damn
Why're you acting like a fan? Damn
Know you gotta girlfriend
I won't be the bigger person, damn, damn, damn
Why the hell do I always end up inside these situations?
I don't have any regrets, I know everything happens for a reason
But what I'm supposed to do with these feelings that I keep away?
Drinking 'til I can't think
Smoking 'til I can't breathe
Singing 'til I can't speak
Sinking 'til I can't reach up
I'm running like an athlete
Tryna get back on my feet
All these hoes, guess I'm that too
Now I got the bag on my own, it's cool
Wanted me locked down and up under you
But you had me fucked up, when I stayed true
Can't afford to be sad, had to make a move
You can't even be mad 'cause you know the truth
Amazing what a lil' heartbreak will do
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Catching this flight, off to the next
It's too late, I'm gone
Feelings were left right where you crept
It's too late, too wrong, too long
Remember the days, the summer we met
You ain't having a car
Pull up to your house to stay up all night
We ain't have shit else to do, oh
Now, ooh, I can't be alone with you
Why you gotta want me back? Damn
Thought I was what you lacked, damn
Now my new nigga's here, damn
Going off the stratosphere, damn
I don't really understand, damn
Why're you acting like a fan? Damn
Know you gotta girlfriend
I won't be the bigger person, damn, damn, damn
Why the hell do I always end up inside these situations?
I don't have any regrets, I know everything happens for a reason
But what I'm supposed to do with these feelings that I keep away?
Drinking 'til I can't think
Smoking 'til I can't breathe
Singing 'til I can't speak
Sinking 'til I can't reach up
I'm running like an athlete
Tryna get back on my feet
All these hoes, guess I'm that too
Now I got the bag on my own, it's cool
Wanted me locked down and up under you
But you had me fucked up, when I stayed true
Can't afford to be sad, had to make a move
You can't even be mad 'cause you know the truth
Amazing what a lil' heartbreak will do
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
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Writer(s): Timothy Maxey, Craig Shephard, Jasmine Wilson, John Scherer
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