My Luck

No, I don't even want you to do leave
I didn't even know what I could believe
Cause you know you proud of me
But you walked away, what a fucked up move, walk away
Walk
Remember them times we went to the beach
You was up on my meat
I was up in the seas
And you know we ain't throwing up threes
Cause you know we cooling in the free
Only wanna take you on a shopping spree
Why couldn't you just tell me what I could believe
I'm sick and tired of your lies
Why'd you think of wasting my time
Fucking with my heart is a crime
Why couldn't I even see any of the signs
And now I'm all alone
Got me thinking all up in my dome
Yeah you couldn't even know
Fucking up my problems in my dome
Why'd you have to leave me alone
Fucking up my problems with my soul
Damn leave me alone
I don't want you calling on my phone
I'm about to catch a flight soon as that ass back
I'm about to make that ass clap with the back tracks
Cause you know I'm up in the stores
I'm going dolie in my stolie with the hoes
Call bitches should've really ever known
To the back before they take in it's all gone



Credits
Writer(s): David Zorrilla
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