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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Solo in the Uber, you ain't sober, what you do tonight
Still got my ex-bitch Netflix, we can have a movie night
Still got my ex-bitch Netflix, still got my ex-bitch Netflix
Still got my ex-bitch Netflix, still got my ex-bitch Netflix
[Verse 1]
Yeah, still got my ex-bitch Netflix
We still kinda young, kinda reckless
You still tryna get on every guest list
But I still get invested
Still give you all of my attention
All of that affection, you feel when I text you
And still you don't ever get the message
I know you alone, been sitting on the phone
Ride home in the backseat
You stepped out 'cause you been stressed out
I can tell you had a bad week
Know you had a man, you delete him on the 'gram
And you switch him in the avi
Come and get the sex, get spread out on the bed
Stretched out like an athlete
Sipping on vodka, soda, rarely sober
Sitting down on that sofa, I can feel you inching closer
By the way you roll it back-to-back, girl I can tell you a smoker
You don't gotta pass me that, but pass me that remote controller
Yeah, yeah
Solo in the Uber, you ain't sober, what you do tonight
Still got my ex-bitch Netflix, we can have a movie night
Still got my ex-bitch Netflix, still got my ex-bitch Netflix
Still got my ex-bitch Netflix, still got my ex-bitch Netflix
[Verse 1]
Yeah, still got my ex-bitch Netflix
We still kinda young, kinda reckless
You still tryna get on every guest list
But I still get invested
Still give you all of my attention
All of that affection, you feel when I text you
And still you don't ever get the message
I know you alone, been sitting on the phone
Ride home in the backseat
You stepped out 'cause you been stressed out
I can tell you had a bad week
Know you had a man, you delete him on the 'gram
And you switch him in the avi
Come and get the sex, get spread out on the bed
Stretched out like an athlete
Sipping on vodka, soda, rarely sober
Sitting down on that sofa, I can feel you inching closer
By the way you roll it back-to-back, girl I can tell you a smoker
You don't gotta pass me that, but pass me that remote controller
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