Lovesick
You'll regret the day that you loved me
"This'll be the last time", you told me that last time
You was done bringin' home stress to me
Ain't nothin' to talk about, I'm talkin' now
Tryin' not to curse you out, I'm walkin' out
I might pull up in somethin' vicious
Remind you of just what you missin', yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Make you so sick, might need prescription (my wrist, my wrist, my wrist)
My wrist glow cost me double digits, woke up a fuckin' villain
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold
I just froze off my wrist 'cause my heart's cold
You dug your hole, God rest your soul
Love him then leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold, I just-
I buy my own things, I set you free
Sold me all these dreams, then you slept on me
Now it's nightmare scenes, all these racks on me
I know it's killin' you
I might pull up in somethin' vicious
Remind you of just what you missin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Make you so sick, might need prescription (my wrist, my wrist, my wrist)
My wrist glow cost me double digits, woke up a fuckin' villain (villain)
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart ice-cold
I just froze off my wrist 'cause my heart's cold
You dug your hole, God rest your soul (God rest your soul)
Love him then leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold, I just- (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
LOL, I'm laughing when he leaving me (LOL)
Feeling like Rihanna cah you needed me (bitch)
My new ting sittin' to the left of me (uh)
Fuckin' on your friend and he a prodigy, uh
I might put you on the benches, ah
Let a big baller come get this, ah
I might put you in the trenches, ah
I might-
Balenciaga with the 'fit (yeah)
Pull up, foreign with the whip (woo)
Catch you slipping with your bitch
Hop out, skrrt, and push her wig
Hope she packin' on her hip
They ain't fuckin' with the kid (nah, nah)
If you play, you don't forget
I ain't Jesus, don't forgive
I might pull up with the stick
I might just, I might just, I might just-
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold (cold)
I just froze off my wrist 'cause my heart's cold
You dug your hole, God rest your soul (God rest your soul)
Love him then leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold, I just-
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold
I just froze off my wrist 'cause my heart's cold (my wrist, my wrist, my wrist)
You dug your hole, God rest your soul (God rest your soul)
Love him then leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold, I just-
"This'll be the last time", you told me that last time
You was done bringin' home stress to me
Ain't nothin' to talk about, I'm talkin' now
Tryin' not to curse you out, I'm walkin' out
I might pull up in somethin' vicious
Remind you of just what you missin', yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Make you so sick, might need prescription (my wrist, my wrist, my wrist)
My wrist glow cost me double digits, woke up a fuckin' villain
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold
I just froze off my wrist 'cause my heart's cold
You dug your hole, God rest your soul
Love him then leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold, I just-
I buy my own things, I set you free
Sold me all these dreams, then you slept on me
Now it's nightmare scenes, all these racks on me
I know it's killin' you
I might pull up in somethin' vicious
Remind you of just what you missin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Make you so sick, might need prescription (my wrist, my wrist, my wrist)
My wrist glow cost me double digits, woke up a fuckin' villain (villain)
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart ice-cold
I just froze off my wrist 'cause my heart's cold
You dug your hole, God rest your soul (God rest your soul)
Love him then leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold, I just- (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
LOL, I'm laughing when he leaving me (LOL)
Feeling like Rihanna cah you needed me (bitch)
My new ting sittin' to the left of me (uh)
Fuckin' on your friend and he a prodigy, uh
I might put you on the benches, ah
Let a big baller come get this, ah
I might put you in the trenches, ah
I might-
Balenciaga with the 'fit (yeah)
Pull up, foreign with the whip (woo)
Catch you slipping with your bitch
Hop out, skrrt, and push her wig
Hope she packin' on her hip
They ain't fuckin' with the kid (nah, nah)
If you play, you don't forget
I ain't Jesus, don't forgive
I might pull up with the stick
I might just, I might just, I might just-
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold (cold)
I just froze off my wrist 'cause my heart's cold
You dug your hole, God rest your soul (God rest your soul)
Love him then leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold, I just-
Leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold
I just froze off my wrist 'cause my heart's cold (my wrist, my wrist, my wrist)
You dug your hole, God rest your soul (God rest your soul)
Love him then leave him lovesick 'cause my heart's ice-cold, I just-
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Writer(s): Nana Rogues, Rita Ifiok Ekwere, Antoine Norwood
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