Loose
(I never did you wrong)
(Tell me why you blame it all on me)
You cut me on the loose
Boy you trippin'
Why you got me paying dues
If you're slippin'?
I'm just tryna get to you
I just wanna know the truth
Do you love me, or do you love the feeling
You cut me off, tell me how I did you dirty
You was always messing up but never learning
I gave everything to you
Now you telling me we're through
Boy I love you, but you'll never deserve it
Why you gas it off the lot like that
Calling shots like you the boss
If it's your loss, my bad
I'm already feeling nauseous
Gotta be more cautious
Thought we had a masterpiece
The curse of being an artist, uh
'Cause you were the one, our prelude
We had fun, rendezvous
Dropping hard on our debut
We had eyes on us like we had a prize on us
So I ain't surprised now that you been
Spreading lies on us
Now you got a reputation
Of all the bullshit you been saying
Oh, I cannot keep lying to myself
Tryna prove that you're nothing but a saint (ha!)
Boy you know you ain't, na-na
You cut me on the loose
Boy you trippin'
Why you got me paying dues
If you're slippin'
I'm just tryna get to you
I just wanna know the truth
Do you love me, or do you love the feeling
You cut me off, tell me how I did you dirty
You was always messing up but never learning
I gave everything to you
Now you telling me we're through
Boy I love you, but you'll never deserve it
(You never, you never deserve)
(Remember you gave me your word)
Now it's all for the birds
'Cause you denied shit that I found
In your past, you was shady
Dumped on me a hundred pounds
Of your baggage, just to play me
You spent hours sitting 'round
On your ass, you was lazy
Talking shit, now you need some rounds
On yo ass, now who's crazy
Ha, you don't know
What you could-a had was gold
Cuffed a real one, and let her go
Kept looking 'round with a blindfold
Now you know
Now you got a reputation
Of all the bullshit you been saying
Oh, I cannot keep lying to myself
Tryna prove that you're nothing but a saint
Boy you know you ain't, no
You cut me on the loose
Boy you trippin'
(Ooh boy you trippin')
Why you got me paying dues
If you slippin'
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna get to you
(Tryna get to you)
I just wanna know the truth
Do you love me, or do you love the feeling
You cut me off, tell me how I did you dirty
(Cut me off)
You was always messing up but never learning
I gave everything to you
Now you telling me we're through
Boy I love you, but you'll never deserve it
Why you cut me on the loose?
Yeah, why you cut me on the loose?
Cut me on the loose
Yeah
If you was standing in my shoes
Everybody would be staring at you
What am I supposed to do?
Oh
Why you cut me on the loose
Boy you trippin'
Got me payin' dues like I'm slippin'
I think I'm slippin'
(Boy you trippin')
(Like I'm slippin')
(Tell me why you blame it all on me)
You cut me on the loose
Boy you trippin'
Why you got me paying dues
If you're slippin'?
I'm just tryna get to you
I just wanna know the truth
Do you love me, or do you love the feeling
You cut me off, tell me how I did you dirty
You was always messing up but never learning
I gave everything to you
Now you telling me we're through
Boy I love you, but you'll never deserve it
Why you gas it off the lot like that
Calling shots like you the boss
If it's your loss, my bad
I'm already feeling nauseous
Gotta be more cautious
Thought we had a masterpiece
The curse of being an artist, uh
'Cause you were the one, our prelude
We had fun, rendezvous
Dropping hard on our debut
We had eyes on us like we had a prize on us
So I ain't surprised now that you been
Spreading lies on us
Now you got a reputation
Of all the bullshit you been saying
Oh, I cannot keep lying to myself
Tryna prove that you're nothing but a saint (ha!)
Boy you know you ain't, na-na
You cut me on the loose
Boy you trippin'
Why you got me paying dues
If you're slippin'
I'm just tryna get to you
I just wanna know the truth
Do you love me, or do you love the feeling
You cut me off, tell me how I did you dirty
You was always messing up but never learning
I gave everything to you
Now you telling me we're through
Boy I love you, but you'll never deserve it
(You never, you never deserve)
(Remember you gave me your word)
Now it's all for the birds
'Cause you denied shit that I found
In your past, you was shady
Dumped on me a hundred pounds
Of your baggage, just to play me
You spent hours sitting 'round
On your ass, you was lazy
Talking shit, now you need some rounds
On yo ass, now who's crazy
Ha, you don't know
What you could-a had was gold
Cuffed a real one, and let her go
Kept looking 'round with a blindfold
Now you know
Now you got a reputation
Of all the bullshit you been saying
Oh, I cannot keep lying to myself
Tryna prove that you're nothing but a saint
Boy you know you ain't, no
You cut me on the loose
Boy you trippin'
(Ooh boy you trippin')
Why you got me paying dues
If you slippin'
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm just tryna get to you
(Tryna get to you)
I just wanna know the truth
Do you love me, or do you love the feeling
You cut me off, tell me how I did you dirty
(Cut me off)
You was always messing up but never learning
I gave everything to you
Now you telling me we're through
Boy I love you, but you'll never deserve it
Why you cut me on the loose?
Yeah, why you cut me on the loose?
Cut me on the loose
Yeah
If you was standing in my shoes
Everybody would be staring at you
What am I supposed to do?
Oh
Why you cut me on the loose
Boy you trippin'
Got me payin' dues like I'm slippin'
I think I'm slippin'
(Boy you trippin')
(Like I'm slippin')
Credits
Writer(s): Racquel Monique Santarin, Wilson Carter Ginn
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