WYD
Lyrics
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Oou Oou Ooh
It takes just
One text and
I'm back on
My bullshit
Like what is you doing
Fuck is you doing
Hitting me early
Three in the morning
She just want to talk
But I don't want to listen
Can't hang up the phone
Cause I just might miss
The apology she owes me
Say you love me show me
Tears start to flowing
Damn my shirt's soaking
You laugh at what I'm saying
But I ain't even joking
I'm back-to-back dosing
I'm on your page scrolling
My heart on the verge of exploding
I'm petty posting
I can't lie a nigga ghosted
I'm going through the motions
Leaning of the potion
Feeling like I'm drowning in an ocean
I'm broken my chest open
My heart stolen
I got no love to give
And that's my new slogan
You want to play games
And I'm fresh out of tokens
Ain't no point in asking me
What am I doing this for
My calls and texts you ignore
What have I done that's so bad
That you gave your promise back
No way you can tell
I'm going through hell
Aim it at my egg and let it rain shells
Dealing with some demons that just want to see me fail
And if that time comes, will you even really care
I just need to know
But don't say no
My heart broke
At the end of my rope
Baby leave me some hope
Fell in love first time we spoke
Feel like that was so long ago
Choices I made are leaving me wide awake
I made you leave and that was my mistake
Silly me what the fuck was I tryna say
I need you hear I'm talking right away
I'm on my knees I'm begging you to stay
Still holding on to things from yesterday
And when I'm all alone
This question haunts my soul
What am I doing this for
My calls and texts you ignore
What have I done that's so bad
That you gave your promise back
When you on the winning team
Every bitch be acting like she Billy jean
Grinding off the water and a Senzu routine
I can't let these bitches fuck me up with a mood swing
Lately money all I'm thinking of
I'm a young king
Tryna make room for a big dream
Had my focus on the wrong things
Turns out wasn't missing anything
But right now, I'm tryna hit a billion streams
I don't need you
If you don't want to be here I don't either
I'm talking year after year amnesia
Eight of them mother fuckers like a
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Oou Oou Ooh
It takes just
One text and
I'm back on
My bullshit
Like what is you doing
Fuck is you doing
Hitting me early
Three in the morning
She just want to talk
But I don't want to listen
Can't hang up the phone
Cause I just might miss
The apology she owes me
Say you love me show me
Tears start to flowing
Damn my shirt's soaking
You laugh at what I'm saying
But I ain't even joking
I'm back-to-back dosing
I'm on your page scrolling
My heart on the verge of exploding
I'm petty posting
I can't lie a nigga ghosted
I'm going through the motions
Leaning of the potion
Feeling like I'm drowning in an ocean
I'm broken my chest open
My heart stolen
I got no love to give
And that's my new slogan
You want to play games
And I'm fresh out of tokens
Ain't no point in asking me
What am I doing this for
My calls and texts you ignore
What have I done that's so bad
That you gave your promise back
No way you can tell
I'm going through hell
Aim it at my egg and let it rain shells
Dealing with some demons that just want to see me fail
And if that time comes, will you even really care
I just need to know
But don't say no
My heart broke
At the end of my rope
Baby leave me some hope
Fell in love first time we spoke
Feel like that was so long ago
Choices I made are leaving me wide awake
I made you leave and that was my mistake
Silly me what the fuck was I tryna say
I need you hear I'm talking right away
I'm on my knees I'm begging you to stay
Still holding on to things from yesterday
And when I'm all alone
This question haunts my soul
What am I doing this for
My calls and texts you ignore
What have I done that's so bad
That you gave your promise back
When you on the winning team
Every bitch be acting like she Billy jean
Grinding off the water and a Senzu routine
I can't let these bitches fuck me up with a mood swing
Lately money all I'm thinking of
I'm a young king
Tryna make room for a big dream
Had my focus on the wrong things
Turns out wasn't missing anything
But right now, I'm tryna hit a billion streams
I don't need you
If you don't want to be here I don't either
I'm talking year after year amnesia
Eight of them mother fuckers like a
Writer(s): Jonathan Iceson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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