[Intro]
(It's Azarael, baby)
Uh
[Verse 1]
I miss you and I can't lie, I think love is for the birds
Were the good times worth it all if all I'm left with is the hurt?
People gon' console you and say, "Look at what you learned"
Try to numb all the emotions but the world's just gotta turn
They say all it takes is time, 'cause before you, I was fine
Hit the gym, pick up a hobby, and go focus on my grind
My Shure mic's the only sure thing, and Chanel No. 9
If I could go back, probably wouldn't let you hit it from behind
Flashbacks hit me like a brick, maybe I should send a text
Sometimes wonder how the fuck you let me turn into your ex
Boys thinking they got next, DMs like the wild West
Tell each other they've been patient, playing checkers, never chess
Think I'm finally on the market, damn, little do they know
PlayStation 6 will drop by the next time I leave the home
And you had me in your palm, huh, why you let me slip?
Wipe those sweaty fingers off, boy, keep that towel on your hip
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause you got butterfingers, huh?
Girls, don't let him in the end zone
If he says that you're too good for him, just put him in the friendzone
See him as he is, not for his potential
'Cause that shit gon' hit the fan when he can't keep up with your tempo
If he's overconfident, he's been in every box, bento
So don't claim him as your own, he'll be fire as a rental
But once you take a joyride, go return the keys
Don't let that man be reason for that rug burn on your knees
(It's Azarael, baby)
Uh
[Verse 1]
I miss you and I can't lie, I think love is for the birds
Were the good times worth it all if all I'm left with is the hurt?
People gon' console you and say, "Look at what you learned"
Try to numb all the emotions but the world's just gotta turn
They say all it takes is time, 'cause before you, I was fine
Hit the gym, pick up a hobby, and go focus on my grind
My Shure mic's the only sure thing, and Chanel No. 9
If I could go back, probably wouldn't let you hit it from behind
Flashbacks hit me like a brick, maybe I should send a text
Sometimes wonder how the fuck you let me turn into your ex
Boys thinking they got next, DMs like the wild West
Tell each other they've been patient, playing checkers, never chess
Think I'm finally on the market, damn, little do they know
PlayStation 6 will drop by the next time I leave the home
And you had me in your palm, huh, why you let me slip?
Wipe those sweaty fingers off, boy, keep that towel on your hip
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause you got butterfingers, huh?
Girls, don't let him in the end zone
If he says that you're too good for him, just put him in the friendzone
See him as he is, not for his potential
'Cause that shit gon' hit the fan when he can't keep up with your tempo
If he's overconfident, he's been in every box, bento
So don't claim him as your own, he'll be fire as a rental
But once you take a joyride, go return the keys
Don't let that man be reason for that rug burn on your knees
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