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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Tubbs
Anthony Tubbs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Underwood
Underwood
Producer

Lyrics

No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
She told me take a chance, so I did
I ripped out my heart
Told me this is how it is
And hurting me was art
Made her feel like a queen
I was just a pawn
She just called me again
Said we really need to talk
I tried not to be hostile, hand on a bottle
She just wanna fuck
Should I do it? It's a toss up
Yeah, I'm feeling hurt, but it could've been worse
Got my hands on her neck while she lifting up her skirt
She gon' do it for the gram
Maybe I should post her, now she wanna ride
She be callin' me a chauffeur
I told her, I got her, she told me it's over
Then looked in my eyes said, "Baby, you're a poser"
Oh, sure
You know how to get me to the finish line
But you ain't ever coming to the table when it's dinner time
And you ain't ever running when I need you, just like every guy
I'm asking where you were, and you don't even got an alibi
Fuck you, fuck the stupid expectations
Came here just to make you feel like maybe I was waiting
But fuck that, I would rather jump right off a bridge
Then get used by a dude, who ain't got common sense
Always acting like you care
It's messing with your pride
You been hurting me for weeks
But you can't apologize
You just want me in the sheets
And that is not a lie
This is a two-way street
But you forgot how to drive
Baby
I don't really want you to hate me
But I been messing up, on the daily
I'm so crazy if I played you
Then I'm sorry for it all
Yeah, okay I get it
I left your heart dented
And I honestly regret it
Blinded by your light
So, I got the windows tinted
Now I can't see shit
I only feel you when I'm in it
Yes I got trauma
Yes I got problems
And that is my fault
I can't expect you to solve 'em
I am generic, I make sad music
I got no degree, and I feel like I'm useless
War with myself, so insecure
We can talk about it but I'll prolly feel worse
I just wanna feel love, I don't wanna be compared
But it happens all the time and I'm gettin' so aware
Of the people in my circle, thinking I'm a square
'Cause I'm stuck in a box, tied up to a chair
Strapped down to the ground, straight jacket for assurance
I don't even think I'm crazy
But don't save me, I ain't worth it, ay
Fuck
Here I go again
Everybody turn to someone I don't know again
Blowin' up the only boat that I was rowin' in
Shaken up, like tiny globes, put some coke in it
It's more accurate, I'm inadequate
Only friend I got is money, stay stacking it
And I was happiest, when it was you and me
But I crashed my car on this two-way street
Hey baby
I don't really want you to hate me
But I been messing up, on the daily
I'm so crazy
If I played you, then I'm sorry for it all
Hey baby
I don't really want you to hate me
But I been messing up, on the daily
I'm so crazy
If I played you, then I'm sorry for it all
Written by: Anthony Tubbs, Underwood Beats
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