Excuses
I fell in love so fast
I can't even explain it, yeah, yeah
Things that I took for granted
Are the same things that my ex hated,
yeah, yeah, yeah (Say why)
You say, "What are we doin'?" I just don't even know
Then I avoid all your questions, say go with the flow
All on my Instagram flexin', ain't reply to your message
Yeah, yeah
Too many excuses (Yeah, yeah)
You gave me the deuces (Yeah, yeah)
Turn it around, turn it around, I'm learning now
Too many excuses (Too many excuses, no, no, no)
I wasn't exclusive, yeah, yeah
Turn it around, turn it around, I'm learning now
I kept pretending like I wasn't scared, yeah
I'd rather tell you what you wanna hear, yeah (Oh, I, I)
Instead of bein' honest 'bout whatever we talk about
Tryna change the subject,
now what's next? I'm stallin' now (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna play reverse psychology and call you out
I don't know what it's all about,
ain't learn that in my father's house, yeah
I was wrong, I know
It's my fault, I know
Just my thoughts, I know
You faded, hope you know what I'm sayin'
Don't think I'm sayin' this just to say it, yeah, yeah, ayy
You feel like nothing's changin'
And I hope I'm still your fuckin' favorite, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Too many excuses (Yeah, yeah)
You gave me the deuces (Yeah, yeah)
Turn it around, turn it around, I'm learning now
Too many excuses (Too many excuses, no, no, no)
I wasn't exclusive, yeah, yeah
Turn it around, turn it around, I'm learning now
I can't even explain it, yeah, yeah
Things that I took for granted
Are the same things that my ex hated,
yeah, yeah, yeah (Say why)
You say, "What are we doin'?" I just don't even know
Then I avoid all your questions, say go with the flow
All on my Instagram flexin', ain't reply to your message
Yeah, yeah
Too many excuses (Yeah, yeah)
You gave me the deuces (Yeah, yeah)
Turn it around, turn it around, I'm learning now
Too many excuses (Too many excuses, no, no, no)
I wasn't exclusive, yeah, yeah
Turn it around, turn it around, I'm learning now
I kept pretending like I wasn't scared, yeah
I'd rather tell you what you wanna hear, yeah (Oh, I, I)
Instead of bein' honest 'bout whatever we talk about
Tryna change the subject,
now what's next? I'm stallin' now (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna play reverse psychology and call you out
I don't know what it's all about,
ain't learn that in my father's house, yeah
I was wrong, I know
It's my fault, I know
Just my thoughts, I know
You faded, hope you know what I'm sayin'
Don't think I'm sayin' this just to say it, yeah, yeah, ayy
You feel like nothing's changin'
And I hope I'm still your fuckin' favorite, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Too many excuses (Yeah, yeah)
You gave me the deuces (Yeah, yeah)
Turn it around, turn it around, I'm learning now
Too many excuses (Too many excuses, no, no, no)
I wasn't exclusive, yeah, yeah
Turn it around, turn it around, I'm learning now
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Writer(s): Joseph Gardner, Sy Ari Brockington
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