Nightmare

Yeah, I been running from these dark clouds
Everyday another argument, we get loud
Try to sort it out, now I'm having doubt
What's this all about?
I feel you chasing clout
Red flags I dismissed being hard headed
I try to give us life, why you go and dead it?
Today I hit you up, tomorrow I regret it
Told you that I love you, I wish I never said it
Now it's eating at my soul,
Fucking with the best nigga that you met or even know
I don't care about these hoes, I don't care about that bitch,
I don't care about this game, I don't care about these chicks
All I care about is you, I'm such a fool
Is it true you still in love with dude?
That shit ain't cool
I never played chess, but I be making moves
I fucked her best friend, now she gotta choose

I hate the songs that reminds me of you
Everytime they pop up on my playlist
It feels like a knife in my chest
It hurts to say that I still have feelings for you.
You don't know what it feels like to get hurt like that
A few months is just a game for you, nothing for you
It feels like a knife in my chest.
I thought you'd call me back
I thought you'd pick me up when i was down
I thought you'd take me out of the train racks
But i just wasn't good enough.
It's funny how we were so close but so far away
And how we were so far away but so close
You've never been an option for me
You were my first and last goodnight.

I thought i'd feel better when i saw your picture
But it just makes me feel worse
I used to mess with the devils, you have no clue
Don't say you care about me, i hate you, i hate you.
With time my dreams became my fears
It's better to get hurt then hurt others
Trust me when i say you are my best nightmare.
I don't care about these hoes, I don't care about that bitch,
I don't care about this game, I don't care about these chicks
I never played chess, but I be making moves
I fucked her best friend, now she gotta choose
It's funny that you used to be my everything but now
You're just like other girls for me
And i'm a statue, baby.
(Yeah)
You want some clout and i want something real
(Something real)
Not made of plastic.
(You have a man, you have a man)
Made of plastic
(That man is not me, that man is not me, that man is not me)
(That man ain't me)
(You gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go)
(You gotta go, you gotta go,you gotta go, you gotta go).



Credits
Writer(s): Luther Lewis, Nir Kardontchik, Nyro Kruz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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