If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound
Of breaking glass on my Range Rover
Pay my back or bitch it's over
All the presents I would send
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time I'ma stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing's ever good enough
So I wrote a little song for ya
N.C.
Do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, girl
So fucking done with all the games you play
I ain't no tic-tac-toe
So send the X and O's on another note
I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you babe
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
If I could go back to the day we met
I probably woulda stayed in bed
You wake up everyday
and make me feel like I'm incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments your make-up bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
Cuz everybody want to tap that ass
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing's ever good enough
So I wrote a little song for ya
N.C.
Do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you girl
So fucking done with all the games you play
I ain't no tic-tac-toe
So send the X and O's on another note
I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, babe
So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost