Continental Drift Diaries
Whole lotta shit I would do
(Yeah)
Whole lotta shit I would do for you
(Mmm)
Baby I made the move
Baby I made it quick
No one thought I'd get that shit
Uh yuh
You can't find another one
Do it like I did
Hit it in the spots, baby
Fuh you like I did
I can't make up
All these things
Like I did
I got the proof
Yeah I got the proof
You love me still to this day
But you don't want to admit that I made it that way
Yeah I made it that way
Yeah I made it that way
I gave up everything I
Ever knew for your love
And you threw it away like trash in the street
Baby I cant love Your Stuff at all
The way you treat me baby beneath your feet, so fucked up
It's so fucked up, got me so fucked up
Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohh
I don't know which way is up
But I'ma figure it out or else it'll be us
Fuck You, Dont call, Dont Text me
I been in my new bag see
If you would try to come back
Then you will go 'head and kick rocks bitch
This can't be just like that time
I was wasted on your love we both know
I'll be the one that could'a been but got away
I didn't know where I went wrong
But I guess you had it planned all along, huh?
Even if you put me in the past
I don't really think I can make it last
I gave up everything I
Ever knew for your love
N you threw it away like trash in the street
If I gave you the light
Would you turn it to darkness
Month of July
Yeah It makes me heartless
Till death do we part
You were supposed to be mine
Forever forever
Till death do we part
(Yeah)
Whole lotta shit I would do for you
(Mmm)
Baby I made the move
Baby I made it quick
No one thought I'd get that shit
Uh yuh
You can't find another one
Do it like I did
Hit it in the spots, baby
Fuh you like I did
I can't make up
All these things
Like I did
I got the proof
Yeah I got the proof
You love me still to this day
But you don't want to admit that I made it that way
Yeah I made it that way
Yeah I made it that way
I gave up everything I
Ever knew for your love
And you threw it away like trash in the street
Baby I cant love Your Stuff at all
The way you treat me baby beneath your feet, so fucked up
It's so fucked up, got me so fucked up
Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohh
I don't know which way is up
But I'ma figure it out or else it'll be us
Fuck You, Dont call, Dont Text me
I been in my new bag see
If you would try to come back
Then you will go 'head and kick rocks bitch
This can't be just like that time
I was wasted on your love we both know
I'll be the one that could'a been but got away
I didn't know where I went wrong
But I guess you had it planned all along, huh?
Even if you put me in the past
I don't really think I can make it last
I gave up everything I
Ever knew for your love
N you threw it away like trash in the street
If I gave you the light
Would you turn it to darkness
Month of July
Yeah It makes me heartless
Till death do we part
You were supposed to be mine
Forever forever
Till death do we part
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Marlow
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