Still Not Over You
What the hell do I say?
I've been up for three days
The way I look is insane
I can't believe you want favors, favors
Darling, it just don't work like that
Especially when I got hurt like that
I asked myself if I'd take you back I can't explain
Oh, oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-woah
I'm still not over you
Like how I'm supposed to
I'm still not over you
Like how I'm supposed to
It hurts to say it
Hurts to fake it
Oh Lord, I'm praying I'm here just saying
It hurts to say it
Hurts to fake it
I'm done with playing I'm just erasing you
I thought my heart always belonged to you, my dear
I thought I would never feel like you'd disappear
Oh, how I was wrong (oh I was wrong)
Knew you all along (knew you all along)
Girl, you had me so low (low)
Your true colors, they showed (showed)
And you can't fake that
No, you can't fake that, honey
I don't say it much back
Cause things could get real ugly
I could get real lethal on you
Fake the love and just talk shit on you
Oh if I had fame The things that I would say
Oh, oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-woah
I'm still not over you
Like how I'm supposed to
I'm still not over you
Like how I'm supposed to
It hurts to say it
Hurts to fake it
Oh Lord, I'm praying I'm here just saying
It hurts to say it
Hurts to fake it
I'm done with playing I'm just erasing you
I've been up for three days
The way I look is insane
I can't believe you want favors, favors
Darling, it just don't work like that
Especially when I got hurt like that
I asked myself if I'd take you back I can't explain
Oh, oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-woah
I'm still not over you
Like how I'm supposed to
I'm still not over you
Like how I'm supposed to
It hurts to say it
Hurts to fake it
Oh Lord, I'm praying I'm here just saying
It hurts to say it
Hurts to fake it
I'm done with playing I'm just erasing you
I thought my heart always belonged to you, my dear
I thought I would never feel like you'd disappear
Oh, how I was wrong (oh I was wrong)
Knew you all along (knew you all along)
Girl, you had me so low (low)
Your true colors, they showed (showed)
And you can't fake that
No, you can't fake that, honey
I don't say it much back
Cause things could get real ugly
I could get real lethal on you
Fake the love and just talk shit on you
Oh if I had fame The things that I would say
Oh, oh-woah, oh-woah, oh-woah
I'm still not over you
Like how I'm supposed to
I'm still not over you
Like how I'm supposed to
It hurts to say it
Hurts to fake it
Oh Lord, I'm praying I'm here just saying
It hurts to say it
Hurts to fake it
I'm done with playing I'm just erasing you
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Writer(s): Desmond Bustamante
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