Cant do that

Made this bag
And you know i blow it fast
On the shit we never had
And i hope it makes you sad
Living fast
Pour a shot into another glass
All these thoughts i push it back
Fall in love, i can't do that
Keep a track
All those times you stabbed my back
Yeah I've never been so mad
Yeah you really got me bad
Want me back well i hate to tell you that
You're dead to me, Heart attack
And honestly i think you're wack

And she say that she's in love now
I make her so proud
Diamonds on my wrist now
They make her say wow
And she say that she in love now
I'm wondering how
She was just a rebound
Another bitch now
Honestly it's not me at all but
I just needed someone to call
Honestly it's not me at all but
When the money talk
I can't ignore it nah

Made this bag
And you know i blow it fast
On the shit we never had
And i hope it makes you sad
Living fast
Pour a shot into another glass
All these thoughts i push it back
Fall in love, i can't do that
Keep a track
All those times you stabbed my back
Yeah I've never been so mad
Yeah you really got me bad
Want me back well i hate to tell you that
You're dead to me, Heart attack
And honestly i think you're wack

Shawty rad and i want her really bad
Gotta buy designer jeans to stuff the racks
Baby why you lie and make me mad
All the insecurities are coming back
Karma is a bitch so why you wanna play
If someone run up, imma have that heat up on my waist
I'm original you cannot copy and paste
So if you got a problem say it to my fucking face yeah

Made this bag
And you know i blow it fast
On the shit we never had
And i hope it makes you sad
Living fast
Pour a shot into another glass
All these thoughts i push it back
Fall in love, i can't do that
Keep a track
All those times you stabbed my back
Yeah I've never been so mad
Yeah you really got me bad
Want me back well i hate to tell you that
You're dead to me, Heart attack
And honestly i think you're wack



Credits
Writer(s): Trey Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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