Like That

She want a punk rap trap in her sequence
And the diamonds on my wrist, yeah, they be glistening
But she can't tell me nothing, she ain't listening
But she can't tell me nothing, she ain't listening
Let the bridges burn, yeah, let them burn
I got money in my pocket and I wanna go splurge baby
Better call it hers, better call it hers
Cause her love is so blind and it turns to a curse, yeah

Why you got to do me like that
Fighting on a Monday, then on Sunday we get back to it
Why you got to do me like that
I swear everything is so whack with you, babe
Why you got to do me like that
Fighting on a Monday, then on Sunday we get back to it
Why you got to do me like that
I swear everything is so whack with you, babe

Why you got to do me like that
All this fucking time I can't get back
All this time that I wasted, not your turn, I'm replacing you with someone else, someone who won't give me hell, yeah
Someone take your spot, and you can't wait your turn
You say that you wanted me, you let our bridges burn
Even after all this time, baby, it still hurts
And I wish you the best, now I'm wishing you the worst
Wishing you the worst, I hope this heartbreak hurts
My heart was sold and broke, and now I need a nurse
I thought I'd be in a hurst, don't hate me, you left this first
Tell me your love was a curse, man, I wish I would've felt

Why you got to do me like that
Fighting on a Monday, then on Sunday we get back to it
Why you got to do me like that
I swear everything is so whack with you, babe
Why you got to do me like that
Fighting on a Monday, then on Sunday we get back to it
Why you got to do me like that
I swear everything is so whack with you, babe



Credits
Writer(s): Wyatt Garrett
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