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I'm sorry, I know that you were hopin'
To break something already broken
Guess you make it a chance
'Cause we've finished this dance, I'm wasting your time
And by the way, you're a shitty dancer
I don't wanna say I love you
'Cause that's a little, that's a lot of cliché taboo
Eye to eye, got me high
Trippin' over my shoes
On the concrete, got me sick like the flu
Down for the count like one, two, three
Everybody's falling in it, everybody but me
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I got somewhere to be
On the concrete, running 'cause I'm out of your league
Oh, oh, I just wanna mess up what we have
Oh, oh, maybe you should listen to my dad
Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past, bitch
Don't call me, we've already spoken
Think you can fix me, are you joking?
Down for the count like one, two, three
That's a little, that's a lot, too much for me
Kinda thoughts on myself like "you plus me"
On the sidewalk, uh, that'd be something to see
I was looking at my phone, are you on your way?
If you wanna book me boy, call CAA
I move on fast, I don't really wanna play
Get out of my way, get out of my way
Oh, oh, I just wanna mess up what we have
Oh, oh, maybe you should listen to my dad
Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past bitch
To break something already broken
Guess you make it a chance
'Cause we've finished this dance, I'm wasting your time
And by the way, you're a shitty dancer
I don't wanna say I love you
'Cause that's a little, that's a lot of cliché taboo
Eye to eye, got me high
Trippin' over my shoes
On the concrete, got me sick like the flu
Down for the count like one, two, three
Everybody's falling in it, everybody but me
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I got somewhere to be
On the concrete, running 'cause I'm out of your league
Oh, oh, I just wanna mess up what we have
Oh, oh, maybe you should listen to my dad
Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past, bitch
Don't call me, we've already spoken
Think you can fix me, are you joking?
Down for the count like one, two, three
That's a little, that's a lot, too much for me
Kinda thoughts on myself like "you plus me"
On the sidewalk, uh, that'd be something to see
I was looking at my phone, are you on your way?
If you wanna book me boy, call CAA
I move on fast, I don't really wanna play
Get out of my way, get out of my way
Oh, oh, I just wanna mess up what we have
Oh, oh, maybe you should listen to my dad
Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Oh, oh, stop holding onto things you know won't last
Leave the past in the past, it's the past bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Rabin, Benjamin Berger, Andrew Mekeal Wessen, Hayley Gene Penner, Claire Rosinkranz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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