Next Ex

Picture you and me sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs, then comes sex
Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like

Seen a centerfold, she was on the pole
Bank account got low, throwing all my paper
She gets off at three, she said, "Come with me"
Guess I'm 'bout to be on my worst behavior

So tell me, tell me, tell me, are you cool with temporary?
I'm not trying to get married, I'm just trying to get carried away
Need a distraction, not emotional attachment
Body count like an assassin, I might fuck around and add one, baby

Picture you and me sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs, then comes sex
Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

Right when I walk through that door, slurp me up like escargot
50 gigs, all video, filling up my camera roll
Acrobat, Cirque du Soleil, my dick might break
Belt out when she scream my name like Beyoncé

So tell me, tell me, tell me, are you cool with temporary?
I'm not trying to get married, I'm just trying to get carried away
Need a distraction, not emotional attachment
Body count like an assassin, I might fuck around and add one, baby

Picture you and me sitting in a tree
F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs, then comes sex
Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, you'll be my next ex like)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Goldstein, Colin Brittain Cunningham, Jesse Fink, William Henry Schultz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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