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Edmond Monroe Souter
Edmond Monroe Souter
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Lyrics

You know what it is, man I'm just talking to all the ladies That can't just seem to make up their mind I mean, you know? It just doesn't make any sense Like, you know how you feel Like, just tell a man Real talk Yeah Cause there's no room for the broken-hearted When you're riding along And you know what you want Then you put on a front Doesn't matter a bunch But then you wind up alone Cause I can't excuse all these interventions They get all in my head You get all in my bed Then forget what you said Always driving me mad Thinking, "What'd I do wrong?" I pour my heart out because I see something Something great that's just waiting to no longer be nothing It just hurts when you show me the woman you can be Just to turn around where you can't even look at me I wish the days we're together could go and last forever But then, they always seem to end up with a, "What's the matter?" Trying to accept that you care for me is the biggest struggle Because you're hot or you're cold and my heart is beating double You're inside my head You're inside my mind Please open your heart I'm giving you mine If you can't decide Or just realize That I want your love Quit wasting my time Cause there's no room for the broken-hearted When you're riding along And you know what you want Then you put on a front Doesn't matter a bunch But then you wind up alone Cause I can't excuse all these interventions They get all in my head You get all in my bed Then forget what you said Always driving me mad Thinking, "What'd I do wrong?" It's now that I see the woman you can't be Steady chasing the jerks that see you as property I'm making money moves, girl can't you see? Rolling in this dough, girl this is my bakery Don't worry, I'll be fine It's not like you've even tried to hit my line Your friends were jealous, Oh, so were mine Now you got me dead, Frankenstein They only want you for your looks Come on girl, you know you got me shook It's just another one for the books Let's bake this beat, cause I'm the cook Tell it to her now Cause there's no room for the broken-hearted When you're riding along And you know what you want Then you put on a front Doesn't matter a bunch But then you wind up alone Cause I can't excuse all these interventions They get all in my head You get all in my bed Then forget what you said Always driving me mad Thinking, "What'd I do wrong?" This world is wicked I'm sick and tired of being afflicted All these men and women Playing each other like they're addicted Games that they like to play For the friends that they think will stay But leave by the break of day You thought all that was okay? You chose to do what they wanted Now you're stuck feeling alone And I'm just vibin' on my own With all my bros, you already know I've been doing fine, I've been on my grind You been staying home, staring at your phone And I think it's wrong, but I'm moving on And It won't be long, cause I'm headstrong Chasing checks with the best Cause my mind is now at rest I was good, passed every test I know my worth, I did my best You were slacking, showed no effort Texting dry, like you're a desert Sleeping was your only pleasure Now I'm just like, man whatever Like for real I'm out of here
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