Rug Burn

I miss you and I can't lie, I think love is for the birds Were the good times worth it 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 worlds just gotta turn They say all it takes is time, 'cuz before you I was fine Hit the gym, pick up a hobby, and just 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 think they got next, DMs like the Wild West Tell each other they 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 Cuz 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 over confident, he's been in every box, bento So don't claim him as your own, but he'll be fire as a rental But once you take your joyride, go return the keys Don't let that man be reason for that rug burn on your knees Girl get up Why you're on the floor? Crying? We're not crying anymore Girl get up Why you're on the floor? Crying? We're not crying anymore Can't believe I let a man make me feel like this Let alone one that I could replace pretty damn quick like How I catch these feelings and I can't just let em go I can't do this shit again, I should just go be a ho But I'm a lover though for real, guess its just no way around it Men are pretty simple though And we be acting so dumbfounded He's not thinking deep about it, we hear their words and count em And hang on em by a thread 'Cuz what he meant's not how it sounded I don't wanna be on different planets with ya, thats a wrap But he don't wanna go halfway, and he won't meet me where I'm at If I'm the only one who cares, throw the whole damn thing away How you standing there so quiet when I have so much to say? 'Cuz 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 'Cuz that shit's gon' hit the fan When he can't keep up with your tempo If he's over confident, he's been in every box, bento So don't claim him as your own, but he'll be fire as a rental But once you take your joyride, go return the keys Don't let that man be reason for that rug burn on your knees Girl get up Why you're on the floor? Crying? We're not crying anymore Girl get up Why you're on the floor? Crying? We're not crying anymore Girl get up Why you're on the floor? Crying? We're not crying anymore Girl get up Why you're on the floor? Crying? We're not crying anymore