Not Her

Supposed to be a love song but my heart hurt
Damn, My heart hurt someone take me to the doctor
Got a roster, Ran through bitches you ain't my first
But number one up on the list, Nah they can't top her
Yea I got her, But I can't believe I lost her
Call the coppers, Stole my heart damn she robber
Aye come back, She tryna runaway somebody stop her
I been curving all these bitches cuz they not her
Supposed to be a love song but my heart hurt
Damn, My heart hurt someone take me to the doctor
Got a roster, Ran through bitches you ain't my first
But number one up on the list, Nah they can't top her
Yea I got her, But I can't believe I lost her
Call the coppers, Stole my heart damn she robber
Aye come back, She tryna runaway somebody stop her
I been curving all these bitches cuz they not her

Baby I'm Sorry, You wasn't my target
You just wanted love but I made it the hardest
Yea, We was exclusive I did it regardless
And it all was useless, Relationship tarnished
I'm hurting, I'm getting my Karma
These days without you feel longer and longer
You look at me all you see is a monster
I look at myself and I know I'm the problem
Like how did I get into this situation
These bitches claim they the one but they ain't it
Girl you the shit and these other hoes basic
I think about you on an everyday basis
Damaged your heart, It's been real hard to face it
Giving you time and I'm waiting with patience
Gahdamn, I'm missing your love it's amazing
The more that I think, The more I get frustrated cuz
You the only one that I wanna be with
Being together the only way that I see it
You say you leaving I didn't believe it
When you walked away my heart shattered to pieces
Fighting depression, I'm constantly drinking
Tossing and turning like what was I thinking
Is this reality? Can I stop dreaming
I'd die for your love, Don't know how much need you

Supposed to be a love song but my heart hurt
Damn, My heart hurt someone take me to the doctor
Got a roster, Ran through bitches you ain't my first
But number one up on the list, Nah they can't top her
Yea I got her, But I can't believe I lost her
Call the coppers, Stole my heart damn she robber
Aye come back, She tryna runaway somebody stop her
I been curving all these bitches cuz they not her
(Uh)
Not Her
(uh)
Not Her
(Is that her)
Not Her
If I can't get back right with her then I can't prosper
Girl with you I'm winning, I don't need no roster
Girl I'll give you everything that I can offer
Give me another chance and I can do it proper
A wedding ring, Yea, A son or a daughter

(Give me another chance and I can do it proper)
(A wedding ring, Yea, A son or a daughter)



Credits
Writer(s): Montana Dawkins
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