Sad Songs
Go crazy, I'm textin' her right now
Nah, for real, I'm textin' her right-right now
This song ain't even supposed to be like this (TouchofTrent be wildin' wit' it)
Pretty little thing, you just a pretty little liar
Got on Pretty Little Thing
Van Cleef bracelet cost four thousand, huh
Appreciate the lil' thing if it came from public housin'
Eighteen million for one tour, I'm so humble, ain't even announce it
I like high-end restaurants, when I read the menu I can't pronounce it
I went toxic for two months, I showed the streets I don't need cancer
Ever since we had car sеx, she don't ever wanna wеar panties
She like shoppin' on FarFetch, got me watchin' out for her package
I was hard for so long, asked did I pop viagra
I ain't send you home in an uber, baby, I actually gave you my driver
Had a model kissin' on the street bitch
But I'ma keep it between my family
I'm cummin', she keep on suckin', I told her to stop, she grab my diamonds
I know how it feel to be lied on
This ain't gangster shit in my headphones, this a sad song
I can't vent to you on a text message, it's real wrong
He talkin' to one of the most famous girls off my man's phone
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
I can't say sorry enough
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
I can't say it enough
I said I'm sorry told you the stories
And you ain't explain it enough
I said I'm sorry, I said I'm sorry
I hate you think that I'm tough
I don't know what you do me
Better think about your life insurance
Before you tell your friends that you through with me
Told her shit that could ruin me
Cut her off, she stopped textin' me back
That shit was blowin' me
I could really have it my way if I wanted to, I'm a walkin' orgy
Yellow Chanel peacoat, fresh off the runway, she Giorgi
Lettin' her feet soak, she be runnin' my mind all this mornin'
Authorized, you was on my bank account
She stuck regardless
Used to say Amari for Amiri jeans 'cause we ain't have nothin'
Used to say Amari for Amiri jeans, that shit retarded
PTSD, I got cheated on, baby, I'm heartless
It is what it is, think what you want, whatever you callin'
I done seen real tears, had a miscarriage, blood in the toilet
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
I can't say sorry enough
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
I can't say it enough
I'm said I'm sorry, told you the stories
And you ain't explain it enough
I said I'm sorry, I said I'm sorry
I hate you think that I'm tough
Nah, for real, I'm textin' her right-right now
This song ain't even supposed to be like this (TouchofTrent be wildin' wit' it)
Pretty little thing, you just a pretty little liar
Got on Pretty Little Thing
Van Cleef bracelet cost four thousand, huh
Appreciate the lil' thing if it came from public housin'
Eighteen million for one tour, I'm so humble, ain't even announce it
I like high-end restaurants, when I read the menu I can't pronounce it
I went toxic for two months, I showed the streets I don't need cancer
Ever since we had car sеx, she don't ever wanna wеar panties
She like shoppin' on FarFetch, got me watchin' out for her package
I was hard for so long, asked did I pop viagra
I ain't send you home in an uber, baby, I actually gave you my driver
Had a model kissin' on the street bitch
But I'ma keep it between my family
I'm cummin', she keep on suckin', I told her to stop, she grab my diamonds
I know how it feel to be lied on
This ain't gangster shit in my headphones, this a sad song
I can't vent to you on a text message, it's real wrong
He talkin' to one of the most famous girls off my man's phone
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
I can't say sorry enough
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
I can't say it enough
I said I'm sorry told you the stories
And you ain't explain it enough
I said I'm sorry, I said I'm sorry
I hate you think that I'm tough
I don't know what you do me
Better think about your life insurance
Before you tell your friends that you through with me
Told her shit that could ruin me
Cut her off, she stopped textin' me back
That shit was blowin' me
I could really have it my way if I wanted to, I'm a walkin' orgy
Yellow Chanel peacoat, fresh off the runway, she Giorgi
Lettin' her feet soak, she be runnin' my mind all this mornin'
Authorized, you was on my bank account
She stuck regardless
Used to say Amari for Amiri jeans 'cause we ain't have nothin'
Used to say Amari for Amiri jeans, that shit retarded
PTSD, I got cheated on, baby, I'm heartless
It is what it is, think what you want, whatever you callin'
I done seen real tears, had a miscarriage, blood in the toilet
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
I can't say sorry enough
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
I can't say it enough
I'm said I'm sorry, told you the stories
And you ain't explain it enough
I said I'm sorry, I said I'm sorry
I hate you think that I'm tough
Credits
Writer(s): Trenton D. Turner, Durk D Banks, Ethan Mitchell Hayes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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