[Intro: Sam Smith]
Hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry (I-I-It's LM on the beat)
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true
I'm way too good at goodbyes
[Verse 1: MBNel]
My OG had to tell me not to worry 'bout another niggas words
Used to think this shit was fun 'til I saw brodie in that hearse
You was meeting up a bitch, the next second you was murked
Man that shit had got me sick, couldn't get your moms inside that church
And everytime I'm on the phones, I hear the pain that's in your voice
You can choose to do the crime, but in that hole you got no choice
I got niggas doing time for the niggas that who did it
But real niggas keep it silent and they plottin' while they sittin'
And damn, me and my grandfather wasn't close
But I still wish I said goodbye before they let that casket close
And I ain't good with no goodbyes, I swear to God I hate farewells
But one day we'll be together when I'm walking that stairwell
Aye, and granny startin' to lose her memory
But let me tell you that I love you before you forget 'bout me
Aye, and granny startin' to lose her memory
One day I'll have to say goodbye, I hope you remember me
My nigga couldn't say goodbye to his daughter
Now his daughter gettin' older, she always ask for her father
I swear this shit get cold, I swear I cried a thousand times
But ain't no time for me to cry, I got suckas on my line
Hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry (I-I-It's LM on the beat)
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true
I'm way too good at goodbyes
[Verse 1: MBNel]
My OG had to tell me not to worry 'bout another niggas words
Used to think this shit was fun 'til I saw brodie in that hearse
You was meeting up a bitch, the next second you was murked
Man that shit had got me sick, couldn't get your moms inside that church
And everytime I'm on the phones, I hear the pain that's in your voice
You can choose to do the crime, but in that hole you got no choice
I got niggas doing time for the niggas that who did it
But real niggas keep it silent and they plottin' while they sittin'
And damn, me and my grandfather wasn't close
But I still wish I said goodbye before they let that casket close
And I ain't good with no goodbyes, I swear to God I hate farewells
But one day we'll be together when I'm walking that stairwell
Aye, and granny startin' to lose her memory
But let me tell you that I love you before you forget 'bout me
Aye, and granny startin' to lose her memory
One day I'll have to say goodbye, I hope you remember me
My nigga couldn't say goodbye to his daughter
Now his daughter gettin' older, she always ask for her father
I swear this shit get cold, I swear I cried a thousand times
But ain't no time for me to cry, I got suckas on my line
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