SheUsed

I understand it was my own fault
I had to find out for myself
All this pain can take its toll on the heart
But I don't do this for my health

Beat the pussy up and then I rub your back
But once I bust my nut I feel so unattached
Told my driver honk the horn when it's thirty past
Said I'll be back but won't be mad if this time is the last
Doors open and shh, I made my timely dash
Cheers to your music career, hope you go triple plat
No we don't be playin' your shit, I'd rather run in traffic
Guess that's what you get, be careful what you askin' for

I understand it was my own fault
I had to find out for myself
All this pain can take its toll on the heart
But I don't do this for my health



Credits
Writer(s): Anderson Paak, Glen Earl Boothe, Gene Allan, Gary Knight
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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