Girl, I'm sitting in the room writing your favorite song
Put my feelings to the paper, I can't let him show
A lot on my mind, I had to let it go
He gon' shake the world if you let him go
In my head a lot today, thinking bout the bad
Think I need a time machine can't go back
I was tryna run right to the bag
Fuck it, I can't go out sad
Woah, think I see a place up at the top
Think I'm gonna pop, give me a shot
Straight up out the gate, I cannot stop
Youngest at the party, he don't wanna wait
They don't wanna smoke with me
They don't wanna smoke with me, okay
I don't want no hoe no way, But fuck it, give me dome, I need a break
I don't wanna rush, I'm gonna wait
Fuck it, bitch, I love you in another type of way
My last bitch, she did me so bad I don't wanna hurt you, but I used to all of that
Mmm, woah, oh, oh Mmm
But I don't wanna let her go I don't wanna let her go, no
But it's best for me to let you go So fuck it, I'ma let you go, oh no
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
