[Verse 1]
I called up my psychic, he's rolling his eyes
He already knows what happened here last night
I hit up my therapist, she ain't surprised
'Cause she knew that last time wouldn't be the last time
[Pre-Chorus]
All my friends, they hate your guts
They all think I'm fucking nuts
Over telling me to run
When I'm running back to you
Now my phone's been playing dead
It can't take another text
I should be like "Thank you, next"
After what you put me through
[Chorus]
Everyone's over the shit that you do
Why am I thе only one that's not sick of you?
Sick of you, you, you
Sick of you, you, so sick of you
[Verse 2]
I should have a migraine from all of thе mind games
That you had the nerve to try and play on me
Should be in the ER, stitching up this heart
But I'm still trying to give you a piece
I called up my psychic, he's rolling his eyes
He already knows what happened here last night
I hit up my therapist, she ain't surprised
'Cause she knew that last time wouldn't be the last time
[Pre-Chorus]
All my friends, they hate your guts
They all think I'm fucking nuts
Over telling me to run
When I'm running back to you
Now my phone's been playing dead
It can't take another text
I should be like "Thank you, next"
After what you put me through
[Chorus]
Everyone's over the shit that you do
Why am I thе only one that's not sick of you?
Sick of you, you, you
Sick of you, you, so sick of you
[Verse 2]
I should have a migraine from all of thе mind games
That you had the nerve to try and play on me
Should be in the ER, stitching up this heart
But I'm still trying to give you a piece
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!