Lyrics
(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)
Writer(s): Sebastian Thomas
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