Love Lost
I know you had suspicions, but I told you that was your mind on some bullshit
And I'm sorry, but I must admit it, that was your mind using its intuition
Said I was with my homeboy and we was doing business
Collabing on a lie so I can go and see my mistress
It worked and I got you to listen
But the truth of the matter is I was fuckin' bitches
Now I'm admitting all of my bullshit
I was running around on you like it was cool shit
Our relationship, I blowed it
I killed it, it coded
If I get down and plead, will you still with me, please
I understand if you don't want to
In the beginning I told you I would never hurt you
But I did and I know
I probably need to pack my shit and go
I don't know what came over me
It was not your fault that I was poppin' that cold shouldering
Was trying to piss you off and get you out my face
So I can go into town and do the race
And what I mean by that is I just needed an excuse
So a bitch could give me a raise (And I found one)
And I'm not talking salary I'm talking bout the kind
That makes you sweat and burn some calories
Now I'm admitting all of my bullshit
I was running around on you like it was cool shit
Our relationship, I blowed it
I killed it, it coded
If I get down and plead, will you still with me, please
I understand if you don't want to
In the beginning I told you I would never hurt you
But I did and I know
I probably need to pack my shit and go
And I'm sorry, but I must admit it, that was your mind using its intuition
Said I was with my homeboy and we was doing business
Collabing on a lie so I can go and see my mistress
It worked and I got you to listen
But the truth of the matter is I was fuckin' bitches
Now I'm admitting all of my bullshit
I was running around on you like it was cool shit
Our relationship, I blowed it
I killed it, it coded
If I get down and plead, will you still with me, please
I understand if you don't want to
In the beginning I told you I would never hurt you
But I did and I know
I probably need to pack my shit and go
I don't know what came over me
It was not your fault that I was poppin' that cold shouldering
Was trying to piss you off and get you out my face
So I can go into town and do the race
And what I mean by that is I just needed an excuse
So a bitch could give me a raise (And I found one)
And I'm not talking salary I'm talking bout the kind
That makes you sweat and burn some calories
Now I'm admitting all of my bullshit
I was running around on you like it was cool shit
Our relationship, I blowed it
I killed it, it coded
If I get down and plead, will you still with me, please
I understand if you don't want to
In the beginning I told you I would never hurt you
But I did and I know
I probably need to pack my shit and go
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Writer(s): Amber Wharton
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