Fax

I've been running out of options to make it work
You played me first, I get you back, and when I do, it's gon' hurt
I've been doing more than clockining to make it work
When I had no job, damn, I still went hard, on my god put you first

Bottom of the ninth and the bases are loaded
Baby that was your moment, but you just did not know it
Whose fault but your own, sympathy I can't show it
Girl I thought you was grown, but now you kiddie, I'm hopeless, I hope that you know
that you hurt me and you fucked up my focus
Was kinda hard to control it but you still called me controlling
And if I really had power over your body and mine

You would have been at the door when I was?
I've been running out of options to make it work
You played me first, I get you back, and when I do, it's gon' hurt
I've been doing more than clocking in to put in work

When I had no job, on my god I did my own to put you first
If you are running out of options, let me hear say damn (damn)
And if you sad of all that fuck shit, let me hear say yeah (yeah)
If you are running out of options, let me hear say yeah (yeah)

And if you thinking about [?], let me hear say damn (damn)
Your Uber is outside
Your Uber
Your Uber
Your Uber is outside
Your Uber
Your Uber
Your Uber is outside
There's no where else to go



Credits
Writer(s): Shelley Marshaun Massenburg-smith, Nate Nathan Fox, Gabriel Manuel Niles, Peter Wilkins, Nicolas Segal
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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