foolery

Won't you just leave
If you don't want anything to do with me
You don't want me
So why would I stay and play around with your foolery
This shit ain't new to me

She don't know much
But she sure know how to run her mouth
And she sure know how to shut 'em down
Yea she sure know how to block 'em out
Nah she don't know much
But she know that she cold to the touch
Kind of like winter in peak of December
She could even make a thug blush
Make you leave the house in a rush,
Turn around for a god damn brush
Spawn of the devil in red
She just might bite off your head
You can plead and you can beg
Nothing will stop her leaving you dead
You's a goner
Ain't gon' see tomorrow
If she pop out you know she gon' do it proper
If she got a plan then nothing is going to stop her
Spoiled little bitch I was raised by my mama

Won't you just leave
If you don't want anything to do with me
You don't want me
So why would I stay and play around with your foolery
This shit ain't new to me

Baby no I ain't want nothing from you
I'm just falling in love it's a special occasion
And every time I fuck it up girl I go and relapse
Try get sober I'm stuck in a place where
I'm grinding my teeth every day and I'm
Stuck falling a sleep with the thoughts in my head every night
Spend all my time at the bridge and I swear I would
Jump if I did I'd be scared of the flight
Now she wanna leave
Baby I done already hit so you good to go now
She like you fuck her like a freak
Baby when I be fucking it I make her go ah ah
Babygirl I been the man the whole time
I'm just sick playing around and I'm sick of the fuck shit
Now they see me go up on stage and they hands going
Up in the air they all want me you lucky we fucking
She don't know much but she know how run her mouth
Only way to shut her up is when you fuck it on the couch like
I ain't ever gone hit it raw but baby you make just want to take it off I'll put a baby in your pouch like uh
I know we been here before
Yeah we fuck every night start a argument kick her to door
It just don't feel the same anymore
I'm just sick of the playing and fighting

Won't you just leave
If you don't want anything to do with me
You don't want me
So why would I stay and play around with your foolery
This shit ain't new to me

She don't know much
But she sure know how to run her mouth
And she sure know how to shut 'em down
Yea she sure know how to block 'em out
Nah she don't know much
But she know that she cold to the touch
Kind of like winter in peak of December
She could even make a thug blush
Make you leave the house in a rush
Turn around for a god damn brush



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Writer(s): Jorden Brooks
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