SMOOTH
I just hit up my ex
Saying "What's up?"
You don't count your fingers when you lucked up
She say she got 2, put 4 in my cup
If they want to talk, tell them to shut the fuck up
You don't want to lie tonight
Holding hands in the grass, watch as the stars align
Good day, good day
Waiting on the stairs for you
Good day, good day
My love is delayed for you
I always wanted just to have it my way
I was just waiting for you to put it in my place
Last chance, show your fangs
One last dance with me
We can dance or sing
List so many things
I just hit up my ex
Saying "What's up?"
You don't count your fingers when you lucked up
She say she got 2, put 4 in my cup
If they want to talk, tell them to shut the fuck up
I'm still thinking 'bout that last bitch
Gotta' leave the past bitch
I can't lie, when I'm alone I stay on that sad shit, yeah
I'm sorry I can't talk right now
I've been thinking about ways to go and live life out
How come I don't even care about the world right now?
When I'm tryna give a fuck about these problems now
Nothing's working out, nothing's working out
T-t-top of the dogs
Stuck in a box
Bitch can't hang cause her ego's too strong
I ain't even tryna blame her I've been there before it ain't fun
(I ain't even tryna blame her I've been there before it ain't fun)
I just hit up my ex
Saying "What's up?"
You don't count your fingers when you lucked up
She say she got 2, put 4 in my cup
If they want to talk, tell them to shut the fuck up
Saying "What's up?"
You don't count your fingers when you lucked up
She say she got 2, put 4 in my cup
If they want to talk, tell them to shut the fuck up
You don't want to lie tonight
Holding hands in the grass, watch as the stars align
Good day, good day
Waiting on the stairs for you
Good day, good day
My love is delayed for you
I always wanted just to have it my way
I was just waiting for you to put it in my place
Last chance, show your fangs
One last dance with me
We can dance or sing
List so many things
I just hit up my ex
Saying "What's up?"
You don't count your fingers when you lucked up
She say she got 2, put 4 in my cup
If they want to talk, tell them to shut the fuck up
I'm still thinking 'bout that last bitch
Gotta' leave the past bitch
I can't lie, when I'm alone I stay on that sad shit, yeah
I'm sorry I can't talk right now
I've been thinking about ways to go and live life out
How come I don't even care about the world right now?
When I'm tryna give a fuck about these problems now
Nothing's working out, nothing's working out
T-t-top of the dogs
Stuck in a box
Bitch can't hang cause her ego's too strong
I ain't even tryna blame her I've been there before it ain't fun
(I ain't even tryna blame her I've been there before it ain't fun)
I just hit up my ex
Saying "What's up?"
You don't count your fingers when you lucked up
She say she got 2, put 4 in my cup
If they want to talk, tell them to shut the fuck up
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Writer(s): Alex Luckham
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