you don't get to be sad!
I dropped off your clothes, started crying
Said baby, why you always lying
I gave you one too many chances
But you blew it, blamed the circumstances
Buying shots at a bar for a blonde
And you thought I wouldn't see
How dumb can you be
Now you're sending me texts that your mom typed up
Saying you love me and that I'm the one
You can cry and beg
I'm not gonna feel bad
Boy, you cheated on me
So you don't get to be sad
Wish you'd quit playing victim in your story
Didn't care when you had me, now you want me
Cut the act, so dramatic it's insulting
And quite frankly, it's getting so annoying
That you're sending me texts that your mom typed up
Saying you can't sleep, never been so crushed
You can cry and beg
I'm not gonna feel bad
Boy, you cheated on me
So you don't get to be sad
Or get mad
When I don't text you back
Yeah, you don't get to be sad
Now you're sending me texts that your mom typed up
Saying you love me and that I'm the one
You can cry and beg
I'm not gonna feel bad
Boy, you cheated on me
So you don't get to be sad
Or get mad
When I don't text you back
Yeah, you don't get to be sad
Cause you trashed
What you had
No, you don't get to be sad
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
No, you don't get to be sad
Said baby, why you always lying
I gave you one too many chances
But you blew it, blamed the circumstances
Buying shots at a bar for a blonde
And you thought I wouldn't see
How dumb can you be
Now you're sending me texts that your mom typed up
Saying you love me and that I'm the one
You can cry and beg
I'm not gonna feel bad
Boy, you cheated on me
So you don't get to be sad
Wish you'd quit playing victim in your story
Didn't care when you had me, now you want me
Cut the act, so dramatic it's insulting
And quite frankly, it's getting so annoying
That you're sending me texts that your mom typed up
Saying you can't sleep, never been so crushed
You can cry and beg
I'm not gonna feel bad
Boy, you cheated on me
So you don't get to be sad
Or get mad
When I don't text you back
Yeah, you don't get to be sad
Now you're sending me texts that your mom typed up
Saying you love me and that I'm the one
You can cry and beg
I'm not gonna feel bad
Boy, you cheated on me
So you don't get to be sad
Or get mad
When I don't text you back
Yeah, you don't get to be sad
Cause you trashed
What you had
No, you don't get to be sad
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
No, you don't get to be sad
Credits
Writer(s): Sam Tuten, Abigail Maddock, Tyler Skye
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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