Decisions
No regrets
Sitting pretty in my bed of secrets
Little Diddy in my head on replay
Don't make a dumb decision; I won't entertain this pity bullshit
Lay your perfect body amongst the roses
Send a letter to your daddy saying I'm sorry
Handle it, Bitch I thought I told you to handle it
I don't want to lose control, but I plan to sell your soul
To the highest bidder, yes I'm bitter
Tore out my heart, still standing I'm no quitter
Smug little bitch, Thought you figured out I'm a switch-hitter
That magic 8 didn't make your bad decision
Out of my way
Make room for the queen, don't get in my face
Drеssed up in the finest lеather and lace
Kinda like the kind that she left at your place
I won't entertain this pity bullshit
Send a letter to your girl saying I'm sorry
Move and get over it! Better find a mind that make a quick decision
I don't want to lose control but I plan to sell your soul
To the highest bidder, yes I'm bitter
Tore out my heart, still standing I'm no quitter
Smug little bitch, thought you figured out I'm a switch-hitter
That magic 8 didn't make your bad decision
She's so high she's frozen
Lips like high grade poison
Life like stabs in motion
Heartbreak trauma patient
Wine-washed eyes go vacant
Lifeline double agent
I don't want to lose control, but I plan to sell your soul
To the highest bidder, yes I'm bitter
Tore out my heart, still standing I'm no quitter
Smug little bitch, thought you figured out I'm a switch-hitter
That magic 8 didn't make your bad decision
Sitting pretty in my bed of secrets
Little Diddy in my head on replay
Don't make a dumb decision; I won't entertain this pity bullshit
Lay your perfect body amongst the roses
Send a letter to your daddy saying I'm sorry
Handle it, Bitch I thought I told you to handle it
I don't want to lose control, but I plan to sell your soul
To the highest bidder, yes I'm bitter
Tore out my heart, still standing I'm no quitter
Smug little bitch, Thought you figured out I'm a switch-hitter
That magic 8 didn't make your bad decision
Out of my way
Make room for the queen, don't get in my face
Drеssed up in the finest lеather and lace
Kinda like the kind that she left at your place
I won't entertain this pity bullshit
Send a letter to your girl saying I'm sorry
Move and get over it! Better find a mind that make a quick decision
I don't want to lose control but I plan to sell your soul
To the highest bidder, yes I'm bitter
Tore out my heart, still standing I'm no quitter
Smug little bitch, thought you figured out I'm a switch-hitter
That magic 8 didn't make your bad decision
She's so high she's frozen
Lips like high grade poison
Life like stabs in motion
Heartbreak trauma patient
Wine-washed eyes go vacant
Lifeline double agent
I don't want to lose control, but I plan to sell your soul
To the highest bidder, yes I'm bitter
Tore out my heart, still standing I'm no quitter
Smug little bitch, thought you figured out I'm a switch-hitter
That magic 8 didn't make your bad decision
Credits
Writer(s): Cici Voise, Morgan Emmery, Shiloh Schramm, William Enab
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