Dreams

(No more love songs) (I'm tired of writing love songs) (Yuh) (Yuh Yuh) (Yuh) We been on this phone so long Stop arguing with me Really I don't even know Why you keep playing with me Like I won't leave you like my last girl You gone be history Baby are we gone makeup or are we done in the sheets You done lost yo chance Cuz girl, you hung up on me I don't care how pretty you are That means nothing to me It's bout that time Please pack yo shit and leave I got ya thongs, drawls, and combs in a box with ya weave Give me my life back It's back to the streets No more hour facetime calls No more leaving girls on seen It's bout that time I give my ex a ring Really we just needed space She was the girl of my dreams I'm livin my life yuh I don't gotta worry if my girl treating me right I'm just cruising in a coupe City nights in disguise I'm feeling pain Drop the top so I can air out my lies (Air out my lies) (Air out my lies) I forgot I had ya pin On an app on my phone I never checked it but really I just wanna know Where you are and who you with Since I know you ain't home So let me see what I see If you with someone I know Baby girl, baby girl Are you playing with me You with my nigga Swear I'm lost baby how could this be I thought I loved you I thought I trusted you But now I'm all alone but I'm living my life yuh I don't gotta worry if my girl treating me right I'm just cruising in a coupe City nights in disguise I'm feeling pain Drop the top so I can air out my lies You done lost yo chance Cuz girl you hung up on me I don't care how pretty you are That means nothing to me It's bout that time Please pack yo shit and leave I got ya thongs, drawls, and combs in a box with ya weave In a box with ya weave In a box with ya weave (Yuh) (Yuh) (In a box with ya weave)