Mrs. Fix It

When I met him he was really going through it
Had me stuck on stupid
Finding my path
While fighting his demons
Wish he'd let me know
He wasn't ready for me
Wish he'd let me know
While I was fighting for it
I ain't his mama but he grew up in my bed
I ain't his mama but he grew up in my bed
I ain't his mama but he grew up in my bed
Yes that's what I said
Thank me instead

Not trying to play captain save a hoe no more
Fix him up
Pass him over to the next bitch
She can have him
Imma exit
No I'm not trynna play Mrs. Fix it
Come whole and we can get this shit
If we are gonna make it
We are gonna make it

And you had me thinking
You just wanna build with me
We gone start a family
This was all a fantasy
Just wanna play with my anatomy yeah
No titles
No commitments
Not vital
That's final
No titles
No commitments
Not vital
That's final

Okay so he was like
So I'm broken inside
So I'm going to find myself in her her her and her and her
And if that don't work I'm going to drown myself in jane till it blurs
And yeah I'll hope over to the next bitch
hoping she can really fix me
Mix me
Get a remix for the chick who picks me next
Then get another to give me
Was I wrong for that
Are there other ways to deal outside of the cat
My bad girl you know I
I love you

Not trying to play captain save a hoe no more
Fix him up
Pass him over to the next bitch
She can have him
I'm going to exit
No I'm not trying to play Mrs. Fix it
Come whole and we can get this shit
If we are gonna make it
We are gonna make it



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Writer(s): Phebe Boye
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