eclipse

Eight o'clock
On the dot
And your phone starts going off
What is this
I don't know
I don't wanna see it
Who's this bitch
On your phone
Why you texting other hoes
You done gave me
No choice
I had to believe it

But now you call me crying, making up excuses
And I don't wanna hear it, take it to your new bitch
Yeah
We had what we had
But you're done
Fucked it up
And you know
There's no going back

Well it's safest to say (to say)
Imma have to let you go your own way
Go ahead and go
Back to the streets
Find you a little sneaky link
I don't give a fuck

Cuz it's a little too late (too late)
Never really liked your ass anyways
So go ahead and go
You had your fun
Now I know you ain't the one
Time to take a bow

Don't wait up,
Bet that imma be on my worst behavior
See ya later baby don't wait up
Bet that imma be on my (on my)
See ya later baby don't wait up
Bet that imma be on my worst behavior
See ya later baby don't wait up
Bet that imma be on my (on my)



Credits
Writer(s): Mary Alvarez
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