Part I
[Intro: blare]
Oh my God, say she want me, then she doing me wrong
Oh my God, shoulda known that you gonna turn out to be a fraud
I've been staring in the mirror, fighting with myself
I've been mixing up the potion, but nothing can help
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my Go-
[Verse 1: blare]
Tear me apart, shoulda known you were a demon from the start (Oh-oh my Go-)
I-I can't concentrate (Oh-oh my Go-), 'cause it turned out that you lied to me (Oh-oh my Go-)
You catch a flight to me (Oh-oh my Go-), then pretend I put it all behind me (Oh-oh my Go-)
Oh my God (Oh-oh my Go-), turns out you're a fraud (Oh-oh my Go-)
Part II
[Bridge: blare]
(Oh-oh my God)
(Oh-oh my God)
(Oh-oh my God)
(Oh-oh my God)
(Oh-oh my God)
[Verse 1: blare]
Make like a hundred an hour (Huh)
Why this bitch lookin' so sour (Oh-oh my God, huh)
Stack up my money like tower (Huh)
She fill up her nose with the powder (Huh)
That boy think he hard, he a coward (Huh)
That boy think he loud, I get louder (Huh)
I fill my cup to the top with that Tris, (Huh), bitch I ain't sippin' no cider (Huh)
Where yo' man at? He missin, (Huh), yea, my cup look like I pissed in it (Huh)
Yeah, yo' man dead, he shot down, (Huh), it's time to stop reminiscing him (Huh)
I got my chin high on my crimson shit (Huh)
Brodie like to talk crazy 'til I pull up and unload that clip (Huh)
[Intro: blare]
Oh my God, say she want me, then she doing me wrong
Oh my God, shoulda known that you gonna turn out to be a fraud
I've been staring in the mirror, fighting with myself
I've been mixing up the potion, but nothing can help
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my Go-
[Verse 1: blare]
Tear me apart, shoulda known you were a demon from the start (Oh-oh my Go-)
I-I can't concentrate (Oh-oh my Go-), 'cause it turned out that you lied to me (Oh-oh my Go-)
You catch a flight to me (Oh-oh my Go-), then pretend I put it all behind me (Oh-oh my Go-)
Oh my God (Oh-oh my Go-), turns out you're a fraud (Oh-oh my Go-)
Part II
[Bridge: blare]
(Oh-oh my God)
(Oh-oh my God)
(Oh-oh my God)
(Oh-oh my God)
(Oh-oh my God)
[Verse 1: blare]
Make like a hundred an hour (Huh)
Why this bitch lookin' so sour (Oh-oh my God, huh)
Stack up my money like tower (Huh)
She fill up her nose with the powder (Huh)
That boy think he hard, he a coward (Huh)
That boy think he loud, I get louder (Huh)
I fill my cup to the top with that Tris, (Huh), bitch I ain't sippin' no cider (Huh)
Where yo' man at? He missin, (Huh), yea, my cup look like I pissed in it (Huh)
Yeah, yo' man dead, he shot down, (Huh), it's time to stop reminiscing him (Huh)
I got my chin high on my crimson shit (Huh)
Brodie like to talk crazy 'til I pull up and unload that clip (Huh)
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