WY@

I be doing shit I really shouldn't do, for real
That why I always tell you come through, for real
After this time, I'll be through, for real

I be doing shit I really shouldn't do, for real
That why I always tell you come through, for real
After this time, I'll be through, for real

You and I know you ain't no good for me
But you feel so good to me
Every time I come back, I try to leave
So how you end up back with me (I don't know)

This ain't what I want, this is something else
Something that ain't good for my health
And I been searching, but I can't get no help
And I don't feel like myself, oh

I be doing shit I really shouldn't do, for real
That why I always tell you come through, for real
After this time, I'll be through, for real
After this time, I'll be through, for real

I be doing shit I really shouldn't do, for real
That why I always tell you come through, for real (where you at?)
After this time, I'll be through, for real (bring me that)
After this time, I'll be through, for real

I can feel them walls closing
I can feel it all
I'm stuck in your claws
Try to run but I don't get far

I'ma put some blame on me
Tryna take accountability
But you take on my ability
You're the death of me and the remedy
I be doing too much

I be doing shit I really shouldn't do, for real
That why I always tell you come through for real
After this time, I'll be through, for real
After this time, I'll be through, for real

I be doing shit I really shouldn't do, for real (I be doing shit I really shouldn't do)
That why I always tell you come through, for real (baby, where you at?)
After this time, I'll be through, for real (bring me that)
After this time, I'll be through, for real



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Wood, David Patino, Othello Houston, Bailey Goldberg, Anthoine Walters, Jonathan Wells
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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