Tekst:
Ambrosius Marsha

To pretend no one can find the fallacies of morning rose Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes courtesies that, I despise in me Take a ride, take a shot now '

So sad to see you go so soon I know that you ain't coming back In the beginning everything was cool Toward the end of it all, it's all bad I know I played

I hope she cheats on you with a basketball player Hope that she Kim Kardashian the way up Don't know the difference between a touchdown and a lay up Got

Verse 1: Ew whew ew whew oh oh I hope she cheat on you wit' a basketball playa. Hope that she Kim Kardashian'ed her way up. Don't know the difference '

I turn over the pages I'm ignoring the heartache I'm looking forward to making it out of this emptiness here Can you help me to find my way? Lord I've

Ooh Feel some type of way Yeah Ooh Feel some type of way yeah yeah Oh oh oh Feels some type of way Yeah She isn't the way [Verse 1] It's getting to

Tell me if you're sure this is what you want once you get it baby you will never need another I can't control emotions they've taken over me more than

Ooh, it's over, over Nothing left to do You know that it's over, over I need space, let me decide Where to go from here before I lose my mind We both

When I look at your face I know what I'm feeling Can't nobody tell me nothing 'Cause I know what I'm doing 'Bout to grab my coat Put the keys in ignition