Boy Problems

Hey, look at you talking
You hate the game, but here you are playing
What a way to say you like me too
I bet there's something else there
Hey, I'm still doing something cool
I'm still better than you, like a certified fool
A certified fool

You're cool and just my type
Cross my heart and hope to die
I want you to have what's mine
But, boy you just let it slide
I'm pissed, I called his name
But things don't go my way
I cried like a baby oh what a shame
This should hurt less, fuck his middle name

Oh, I see you in a bad mood
Crossed your arms, dude
Why it has to be you
Great, can't wait to be home soon
I had to think hard just to get you come through
Runnin' in my skirt, while drying my tears
Hurts, almost took the blood oath
This took a wrong turn
Oh baby I'm scared
The things I would do
To see what the future holds
I'm just a little insecure
And to think that I'm well aware
You broke my heart in two steps
Oh no, I think it's coming back again

You're cool and just my type
Cross my heart and hope to die
I want you to have what's mine
But, boy you just let it slide
I'm pissed, I called his name
But things don't go my way
I cried like a baby oh what shame
This should hurt less, fuck his middle name

(It didn't have to be this way)
It was the silence after the question
You left me guessing
Now that's impressive
My chest, I'm fully
I'm fully shaking

You're cool and just my type
Cross my heart and hope to die
I want you to have what's mine
But, boy you just let it slide
I'm pissed, I called his name
But things don't go my way
I cried like a baby oh what a shame
I'm tired of your shit
You're so fuckin' lame



Credits
Writer(s): Caryl Faye Zita
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