Except Saturdays
Girl you had it all
I never could've made the call
To think that you planned it all
And you would still be here if it all worked out
What if I never found out, listen to how you sound
All times all times gotta watch my back at all times
Whole time sitting thinking you was all mine
But to tell you the truth, whole time I know I was fading from you
I know, you think it's proof
Cause I know, what people like you would do
Inculcate these feelings of trust but really we traveled away from the truth so
Fuck love except Saturdays
Other times I ain't in the mood
Love is a game I don't even like to play
My heart be forcing me to do it
They say don't hate the player baby charge it to the game
And release the pain through the music
All the apologies you don't even have to do it
Cause you're certified in bullshit you speak it fluent
I don't wanna hear you talk no shut up
Nothing that you say to me could ever matter
Every time I hear you speak I get sadder
How could you fix your lips to say you love me
Every night you be so lovey dovey
You kept reenforcing nobody above me
But you already moved on nothing I could do
You could've asked for space sometimes I need it too
I thought you loved me I guess you proved that
Love is something that you have to choose so
Its just a lesson learned cause I can't go back
You killed what we had way before you walked out the door
Killing me slow
Door, door
Killing me slow
Killed what we had ooh
Killing me slow killing me slow
Fuck love except Saturdays
Other times I ain't in the mood
Love is a game I don't even like to play
My heart be forcing me to do it
They say don't hate the player baby charge it to the game
And release the pain through the music
All the apologies you don't even have to do it
Cause you're certified in bullshit you speak it fluent
Fuck love except Saturdays
Other times I ain't in the mood
Love is a game I don't even like to play
My heart be forcing me to do it
They say don't hate the player baby charge it to the game
And release the pain through the music
All the apologies you don't even have to do it
Cause you're certified in bullshit you speak it fluent
I never could've made the call
To think that you planned it all
And you would still be here if it all worked out
What if I never found out, listen to how you sound
All times all times gotta watch my back at all times
Whole time sitting thinking you was all mine
But to tell you the truth, whole time I know I was fading from you
I know, you think it's proof
Cause I know, what people like you would do
Inculcate these feelings of trust but really we traveled away from the truth so
Fuck love except Saturdays
Other times I ain't in the mood
Love is a game I don't even like to play
My heart be forcing me to do it
They say don't hate the player baby charge it to the game
And release the pain through the music
All the apologies you don't even have to do it
Cause you're certified in bullshit you speak it fluent
I don't wanna hear you talk no shut up
Nothing that you say to me could ever matter
Every time I hear you speak I get sadder
How could you fix your lips to say you love me
Every night you be so lovey dovey
You kept reenforcing nobody above me
But you already moved on nothing I could do
You could've asked for space sometimes I need it too
I thought you loved me I guess you proved that
Love is something that you have to choose so
Its just a lesson learned cause I can't go back
You killed what we had way before you walked out the door
Killing me slow
Door, door
Killing me slow
Killed what we had ooh
Killing me slow killing me slow
Fuck love except Saturdays
Other times I ain't in the mood
Love is a game I don't even like to play
My heart be forcing me to do it
They say don't hate the player baby charge it to the game
And release the pain through the music
All the apologies you don't even have to do it
Cause you're certified in bullshit you speak it fluent
Fuck love except Saturdays
Other times I ain't in the mood
Love is a game I don't even like to play
My heart be forcing me to do it
They say don't hate the player baby charge it to the game
And release the pain through the music
All the apologies you don't even have to do it
Cause you're certified in bullshit you speak it fluent
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Writer(s): Matthew Crawford
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