Trashboi
I met him in the summer
So charming so sweet
We went out to dinner
Dessert was on me
Fallin' so deeply
Was too blind to see
All these other bitches was
Thinkin' the same thing
Oh shit
Guess I made my own bed
It was red flag after red flag
After red flag after red
Goddamn he was perfect
Thought it would be worth it
Turns out he needed
A clown for his circus
He talk about kids
But cannot commit
He say he my man
But textin' my friend
If I could go back
I would block his ass
Finally I'm seeing
That boy is trash yeah
He don't even text me back no
And he be making me mad yeah
Wish I ain't give him a chance
Oooh trash
Trash yeah
He don't even text me back no
And he be making me mad yeah
Wish I ain't give him a chance
Oooh trash
I been too dick-motized
To realize
That I was the prize
The whole fuckin' time
Excuses I made
For this triflin' ass nigga now
He put all the blame on me
Go figure
But don't pity me
Put the pity on him
To lose a queen
Checkmate
That's the end
Send him back to the streets
Take him out to the curb
You get what you accept, girl
Not what you deserve
He stay talkin' shit
He don't pay no rent
He seems to forget
That I am that bitch
If I could go back
I would block his ass
Finally I'm seeing
That boy is trash yeah
He don't even text me back no
And he be makin' me mad yeah
Wish I ain't give him a chance
Oooh trash
Trash yeah
He don't even text me back no
And he making me mad yeah
Wish I ain't give him a chance
Oooh trash
Oooh trash
So charming so sweet
We went out to dinner
Dessert was on me
Fallin' so deeply
Was too blind to see
All these other bitches was
Thinkin' the same thing
Oh shit
Guess I made my own bed
It was red flag after red flag
After red flag after red
Goddamn he was perfect
Thought it would be worth it
Turns out he needed
A clown for his circus
He talk about kids
But cannot commit
He say he my man
But textin' my friend
If I could go back
I would block his ass
Finally I'm seeing
That boy is trash yeah
He don't even text me back no
And he be making me mad yeah
Wish I ain't give him a chance
Oooh trash
Trash yeah
He don't even text me back no
And he be making me mad yeah
Wish I ain't give him a chance
Oooh trash
I been too dick-motized
To realize
That I was the prize
The whole fuckin' time
Excuses I made
For this triflin' ass nigga now
He put all the blame on me
Go figure
But don't pity me
Put the pity on him
To lose a queen
Checkmate
That's the end
Send him back to the streets
Take him out to the curb
You get what you accept, girl
Not what you deserve
He stay talkin' shit
He don't pay no rent
He seems to forget
That I am that bitch
If I could go back
I would block his ass
Finally I'm seeing
That boy is trash yeah
He don't even text me back no
And he be makin' me mad yeah
Wish I ain't give him a chance
Oooh trash
Trash yeah
He don't even text me back no
And he making me mad yeah
Wish I ain't give him a chance
Oooh trash
Oooh trash
Credits
Writer(s): William Egan, Folayan Kunerede, Mark Gozman, Bobbi Lanea, Jason Fox, Samik Ganguly
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