[Intro: Suai]
Tried to write a love song
I wanted it to be just right
Tried to make it beautiful
But all I could think of was our last fight
I was gon' play it on piano
Have the drums come in real bold
But I couldn't think of anything good to say
So the big ballad strings will never get played
Pretty melody I wrote will never get sang
Piece of paper that I started [?] thrown away
A song about our love will never see the light of day
Why? 'Cause you made it that way
Yeah
Yeah, you made it that way
Ooh, yeah
[Chorus: Suai]
I was gonna write you a love song
But you screwed it all up
Playing games, now you're just
A lame who's **** (Crazy ass b—) outta luck
I almost wrote you a love song
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
She threw my watch out the window, chain in her hand
She running through the crib, finding anything she can
Now our relationship is not the only thing that's outta hand (Look)
She even called my mama like, "You need to get ya man
'Cause your son lying on me, I ain't trying to get a tan
And this the last time he'll have me crying in my hands
So I'm heading to the club tr—tryna find a man"
Bitch, you headed to the club tr—tryna find a man
What is you saying? Had hoes and passionate night gowns
But you the only one I imagine in white gowns
So where ya left hand, you should let me add a ring to it
Because Mr and Mrs Anderson just has a ring to it
She like, "Why you act like that to me (What?)
And walk right back, Mike Jack to me?
Every time we fall out I'll throw yo ass out
But you just end up boomeranging right back to me, what the fuck?
Tried to write a love song
I wanted it to be just right
Tried to make it beautiful
But all I could think of was our last fight
I was gon' play it on piano
Have the drums come in real bold
But I couldn't think of anything good to say
So the big ballad strings will never get played
Pretty melody I wrote will never get sang
Piece of paper that I started [?] thrown away
A song about our love will never see the light of day
Why? 'Cause you made it that way
Yeah
Yeah, you made it that way
Ooh, yeah
[Chorus: Suai]
I was gonna write you a love song
But you screwed it all up
Playing games, now you're just
A lame who's **** (Crazy ass b—) outta luck
I almost wrote you a love song
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
She threw my watch out the window, chain in her hand
She running through the crib, finding anything she can
Now our relationship is not the only thing that's outta hand (Look)
She even called my mama like, "You need to get ya man
'Cause your son lying on me, I ain't trying to get a tan
And this the last time he'll have me crying in my hands
So I'm heading to the club tr—tryna find a man"
Bitch, you headed to the club tr—tryna find a man
What is you saying? Had hoes and passionate night gowns
But you the only one I imagine in white gowns
So where ya left hand, you should let me add a ring to it
Because Mr and Mrs Anderson just has a ring to it
She like, "Why you act like that to me (What?)
And walk right back, Mike Jack to me?
Every time we fall out I'll throw yo ass out
But you just end up boomeranging right back to me, what the fuck?
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