[Intro]
I might kill my ex (Uh-oh), not the best idea (Ah-ah)
His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here? (She just might get it)
I might kill my ex (I might), I still love him though (I don't)
Rather be in jail than alone (Well, well, well, well)
[Verse 1]
I'm still a fan even though I was salty
Hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy
Hate to see you happy if I'm not the one drivin'
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm so mature, I'm so mature, I'm so mature
Got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one should, I might
[Chorus]
I might kill my ex, not the best idea
His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here?
Said, I might kill my ex, I still love him though
Rather be in jail than alone
[Verse 2]
I get the sense that it's a lost cause
I get the sense that you might really love her
This text gon' be evidence, this text is evidence
I tried to ration with you, no murders or crime of passion
But damn, you was out of
You was at the farmer's market with your perfect peach
Now I'm in the basement
Said, now you layin' face-down, got me singin'
I might kill my ex (Uh-oh), not the best idea (Ah-ah)
His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here? (She just might get it)
I might kill my ex (I might), I still love him though (I don't)
Rather be in jail than alone (Well, well, well, well)
[Verse 1]
I'm still a fan even though I was salty
Hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy
Hate to see you happy if I'm not the one drivin'
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm so mature, I'm so mature, I'm so mature
Got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one should, I might
[Chorus]
I might kill my ex, not the best idea
His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here?
Said, I might kill my ex, I still love him though
Rather be in jail than alone
[Verse 2]
I get the sense that it's a lost cause
I get the sense that you might really love her
This text gon' be evidence, this text is evidence
I tried to ration with you, no murders or crime of passion
But damn, you was out of
You was at the farmer's market with your perfect peach
Now I'm in the basement
Said, now you layin' face-down, got me singin'
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