LOSE
You got in, to my heart, break away
So hi-hi-high, I'm awake, I can fly
I cherished the love at first sight
Couldn't tell the real from the fake
Model bitch, pretty face
I pray, you help me in need
Lotta red scars, heart dripping
Tears shed, I'm appalled, what's with this?
It's known by now, we shouldn't been friends
Thought I'd could treat you better than your old man could
I had a problem, and you solved it, a drug you were
I'm not the first or last to say that this love shit hurts
Cause when it break you down, it feel like you live in a hearse
Don't give a fuck bout' no dirty hoe right now
She was the only type to stand out of the crowd
Whippin' a new Benz, I'm with the Motley Crew
And doing all of this, without you
Without you, without you
Doing shit without you
Playing all these games, I know that I'm pick and choosy
Go ahead, state your facts, still I cannot lose
Looking at your phone, looking at mine
You got a contact, but you don't got mine
I'm sorry, babe, you cheated on me
I do not care, I do not care
You got in, to my heart, break away
So hi-hi-high, I'm awake, I can fly
I cherished the love at first sight
Couldn't tell the real from the fake
Model bitch, pretty face
I pray, you help me in need
Lotta red scars, heart dripping
Tears shed, I'm appalled, what's with this?
It's known by now, we shouldn't been friends
I wear my heart on the sleeve
Love is a battlefield, fight for what you believe
Most of these hoes try the most, yeah, just to deceive
She got me hook on phonic, baby, yeah she got them degrees
Cupid ain't hit me with no arrows, he busting choppa' of them 223s
When she walked up in the room, baby, she got that summer breeze
Heart so cold, yeah, you know it's frozen
Don't play with me baby, I don't really wanna be broken
Grand Theft Auto, yeah, she took my heart and stole it
Don't get caught up in the lust, of the fake moment
Gotta protect your heart, cause they just tryna' control it
Watch out for these hoes, they moving, yeah, with motives
I stay rolling up, cause I got them battle scars
Blowing down so high, nigga, yeah I'm just going to mars
Me and John really made for this shit, call us superstars
Watch out for them bitches, gotta keep em' on the radar
You got in, to my heart, break away
So hi-hi-high, I'm awake, I can fly
I cherished the love at first sight
Couldn't tell the real from the fake
Model bitch, pretty face
I pray, you help me in need
Lotta red scars, heart dripping
Tears shed, I'm appalled, what's with this?
It's known by now, we shouldn't been friends
So hi-hi-high, I'm awake, I can fly
I cherished the love at first sight
Couldn't tell the real from the fake
Model bitch, pretty face
I pray, you help me in need
Lotta red scars, heart dripping
Tears shed, I'm appalled, what's with this?
It's known by now, we shouldn't been friends
Thought I'd could treat you better than your old man could
I had a problem, and you solved it, a drug you were
I'm not the first or last to say that this love shit hurts
Cause when it break you down, it feel like you live in a hearse
Don't give a fuck bout' no dirty hoe right now
She was the only type to stand out of the crowd
Whippin' a new Benz, I'm with the Motley Crew
And doing all of this, without you
Without you, without you
Doing shit without you
Playing all these games, I know that I'm pick and choosy
Go ahead, state your facts, still I cannot lose
Looking at your phone, looking at mine
You got a contact, but you don't got mine
I'm sorry, babe, you cheated on me
I do not care, I do not care
You got in, to my heart, break away
So hi-hi-high, I'm awake, I can fly
I cherished the love at first sight
Couldn't tell the real from the fake
Model bitch, pretty face
I pray, you help me in need
Lotta red scars, heart dripping
Tears shed, I'm appalled, what's with this?
It's known by now, we shouldn't been friends
I wear my heart on the sleeve
Love is a battlefield, fight for what you believe
Most of these hoes try the most, yeah, just to deceive
She got me hook on phonic, baby, yeah she got them degrees
Cupid ain't hit me with no arrows, he busting choppa' of them 223s
When she walked up in the room, baby, she got that summer breeze
Heart so cold, yeah, you know it's frozen
Don't play with me baby, I don't really wanna be broken
Grand Theft Auto, yeah, she took my heart and stole it
Don't get caught up in the lust, of the fake moment
Gotta protect your heart, cause they just tryna' control it
Watch out for these hoes, they moving, yeah, with motives
I stay rolling up, cause I got them battle scars
Blowing down so high, nigga, yeah I'm just going to mars
Me and John really made for this shit, call us superstars
Watch out for them bitches, gotta keep em' on the radar
You got in, to my heart, break away
So hi-hi-high, I'm awake, I can fly
I cherished the love at first sight
Couldn't tell the real from the fake
Model bitch, pretty face
I pray, you help me in need
Lotta red scars, heart dripping
Tears shed, I'm appalled, what's with this?
It's known by now, we shouldn't been friends
Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Privette
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