Ooh, lord
You're such a fucking baby
How the fuck do I forget that shit
Every time it's my fault, like maybe I should set an alarm
I mean, damn
Even so much more lately
And every time, I'm shocked and appalled, like maybe, Jean, you should recall
how this nigga lane be
and every time you try to make things right
he burn it down
to the ground
Don't turn around, you're such a fucking victim, ain'tcha
That kinda thing is just your nature
Well, I kinda hate'cha goddamn
I'm so glad it's over
So glad that it's over
Nigga, I'm so fucking glad it's over
So glad that it's over
I loved you baby, but that don't make me wrong
How many damn apologies can one man want
You run, then walk, right back to guilty threads I won't
You must be fucking crazy
to think I wanna stay in a loss
I tried to let you get your player shit off
but let's be real
you never really understood how it feels
Mmm can I get I witness
I bet I could So many bitches
rap
You know what's interesting
And if everybody had a bit you in em then they would be assholes
Bitter women, definitive feminists, giving this nigga the pass though
Remember that Jean is the enemy, really
You fill in the memory with an epiphany that was a phony epiphany
What are you kidding
We've been in the moment again and again, I'm living them all
Made the decision to kick in the bucket and click the phone call off
Boss, stick to being a victim most of the time
Post up your lines, blah blah blah
Instagram, fine
Bitch, you ain't mine
Quit your damn cying
Bitch, you a damn lie
Bitch, you a damn lie