Lyrics

Got a kitty cat sleeping on my left side I don't even need to see you tonight Had me for a minute Expectations high But a fuck nigga can't keep up his disguise Why you tryna talk Can't you see I'm tired I don't need to hear you fucking testify Always stay up late Argue through the night Always think I'm wrong Always think your right But You can't tell me shit That's just what it is I pay my own bills And I'm fucking lit I am not impressed You make too much mess, yeah On to the next Guess It's for the best Yeah Guess It's for the best On to the next Yes It's for the best Yeah Guess It's for the best On to the next Guess It's for the best, yeah Pack up your bags And tie your shoes Go get to stepping Cause I'm sick of you Said that you need me It ain't nothing new Now I see how far You'd run from the truth You've been Creep creeping While I'm Sleep sleeping And I know that your new girl wants smoke This farmer better get his hoe You don't want me round your zipcode You can't tell me shit That's just what it is I pay my own bills And I'm fucking lit I am not impressed Ain't gon' have me stressed On to the next Guess It's for the best Yeah Guess It's for the best On to the next Yes It's for the best Yeah Guess It's for the best On to the next Guess It's for the best, yeah
Writer(s): Brieana Sealy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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