Not Them

Alright

Got me actin' out in public
I may have been a steppin' stone to you
For me, you wasn't
And whenever I tried to get that through, you switched the subject
You walked away with my heart, and you love it

So I always feel disgusted when I see you
Keep it cordial, but I don't need to
These ain't normal nightmares I sleep through
That's why I don't treat you
Like a fuckin' equal
You're evil

Don't tell me to chill out, for real
I was really holdin' shit down, for real
I remember, once it was your birthday
You wanted to go to Miami, had no money
Said I'll pay for the whole thing

And I'll send you, first class
Private seatin', food is top tier, and they serve glass
Fuck with Kizzy, I'ma have you in your Birkin bag
I don't think, I know I'd be the best you ever had
And probably, your last

But, I guess, that's something we will never know
Used to think that you would come around when it's time to settle down
Now, it's just a dream I had to let go

And if there was a moment, where you felt even the slightest bit of love for me
I'm callin' cap, 'cause it ain't ever show

But, in a way, I'm grateful
Thank you for doin' me the way you did, you taught me somethin' special on the low
Never let anyone get you this emotional

I would rather break bread than let you break my soul
Before you make me second-guess myself, 'cause no joke
I'm not fully a gay man, but you drove me close

This your last love song
And baby, girl, it go

The type of mood I'm in
You done made a savage and you can't stop him
Pull up, drippin' jewels and in a coupe type shit
Don't get it confused-
I'm him, not them

I need you to listen
I'm bein' realistic
I need to show you, I was your blessin' and you missed it

I said

The type of mood I'm in
You done made a savage and you can't stop him
Pull up, drippin' jewels and in a coupe type shit
Don't get it confused-
I'm him, not them

I need you to listen
I'm bein' realistic
I need to show you, I was your blessin' and you missed it

You did

Don't you worry 'bout the kid
Heard you say you're sorry, guess, it is what it is
You can't change the things that you said or you did
I'll just take your number and reach out to you when it's convenient for me

Ain't that a bitch?
Don't know what to tell you, I have nothin' else to give
Been knew there was something off about you, why the switch?
Part of me gon' always think it's 'cause of how I live
That's just how it be, yeah

I'm him, not them
On God, sweetheart

I'm him, not them
On God, sweetheart

I'm him, not them
On God, sweetheart

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Writer(s): Christopher Herriot
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