Mercedes
Last time we was arguing
Blew you off, but I got time today
I got all this pent up anger
Save it for a rainy day
Like hell no, you got me fucked up
I can't trust you
This a hell hole, God can't save us
So get comfortable
She say I don't do shit
Spent my last money on you bitch
Got on my ass and I went broke
But now I'm back and ruthless
They look stupid, shorty clueless
Damn I think I'm made for this
No I can't refuse it
She can't forgive me
I done made some wrong decisions
I'm sorry baby
I got too much damn ambition
She call me crazy
Damn look at your intuition
Look at you now
You getting ran through like a track meet
You can not have me
With millions in the back seat
You couldn't stand me
You're dwelling on the past me
Baby you're crazy, got me goin 80
Down the intersection
When I die need a Mercedes (damn)
Please beg my pardon
I know I can't take it with me
That's my only problem
Cause if I could I think I would
This happens way too often
When she coming over
She got both hands on the throttle
Last time we was arguing
Blew you off, but I got time today
I got all this pent up anger
Save it for a rainy day
Like hell no, you got me fucked up
I can't trust you
This a hell hole, God can't save us
So get comfortable
She say I don't do shit
Spent my last money on you bitch
Got on my ass and I went broke
But now I'm back and ruthless
They look stupid, shorty clueless
Damn I think I'm made for this
No I can't refuse it
(Uh-huh)
(Uh-huh)
(Mhm)
Blew you off, but I got time today
I got all this pent up anger
Save it for a rainy day
Like hell no, you got me fucked up
I can't trust you
This a hell hole, God can't save us
So get comfortable
She say I don't do shit
Spent my last money on you bitch
Got on my ass and I went broke
But now I'm back and ruthless
They look stupid, shorty clueless
Damn I think I'm made for this
No I can't refuse it
She can't forgive me
I done made some wrong decisions
I'm sorry baby
I got too much damn ambition
She call me crazy
Damn look at your intuition
Look at you now
You getting ran through like a track meet
You can not have me
With millions in the back seat
You couldn't stand me
You're dwelling on the past me
Baby you're crazy, got me goin 80
Down the intersection
When I die need a Mercedes (damn)
Please beg my pardon
I know I can't take it with me
That's my only problem
Cause if I could I think I would
This happens way too often
When she coming over
She got both hands on the throttle
Last time we was arguing
Blew you off, but I got time today
I got all this pent up anger
Save it for a rainy day
Like hell no, you got me fucked up
I can't trust you
This a hell hole, God can't save us
So get comfortable
She say I don't do shit
Spent my last money on you bitch
Got on my ass and I went broke
But now I'm back and ruthless
They look stupid, shorty clueless
Damn I think I'm made for this
No I can't refuse it
(Uh-huh)
(Uh-huh)
(Mhm)
Credits
Writer(s): Peyton Orr
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