Moon Girl Brennan Savage
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[Chorus]
It's been a few months and you ain't called
Got me laid up, looking at my phone with the lights off
Geeked up on the eight ball
Put a pill in the pint, lemonade and i lift off
You don't wanna feel my pain, finna drown in my champagne
I don't wanna use my brain, hit a hunnid in the fast lane
[Verse]
You thought he the one, but you wrong
Hope you learn something from this song
Fucking up way too long, now you wanna leave but you can't
Ride around with no tank, come and pick you up
I don't get no thanks
Take you to the mall, and you break my bank
Now you want to thank, when i need my drank. (Bitch)
I don't got a time for the games
You know i ain't good when it comes to the names
Sing my song girl, that's my thing
I don't play ball but i need that, ring
[Chorus]
It's been a few months and you ain't called
Got me laid up, looking at my phone with the lights off
Geeked up on the eight ball
Put a pill in the pint, lemonade and i lift off
You don't wanna feel my pain, finna drown in my champagne
I don't wanna use my brain, hit a hunnid in the fast lane
It's been a few months and you ain't called
Got me laid up, looking at my phone with the lights off
Geeked up on the eight ball
Put a pill in the pint, lemonade and i lift off
You don't wanna feel my pain, finna drown in my champagne
I don't wanna use my brain, hit a hunnid in the fast lane
[Verse]
You thought he the one, but you wrong
Hope you learn something from this song
Fucking up way too long, now you wanna leave but you can't
Ride around with no tank, come and pick you up
I don't get no thanks
Take you to the mall, and you break my bank
Now you want to thank, when i need my drank. (Bitch)
I don't got a time for the games
You know i ain't good when it comes to the names
Sing my song girl, that's my thing
I don't play ball but i need that, ring
[Chorus]
It's been a few months and you ain't called
Got me laid up, looking at my phone with the lights off
Geeked up on the eight ball
Put a pill in the pint, lemonade and i lift off
You don't wanna feel my pain, finna drown in my champagne
I don't wanna use my brain, hit a hunnid in the fast lane
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