run(ning from my exes)

I'm so done with running

I just threw up right in my Birkin, you know, the one that you purchased?

I think I did it on purpose 'cause screw you

I know you that you get a lil' nervous that I'm just scratching the surface

Dissecting all of my verses on a loop

Scared I'm 'bout to air your shit out on the internet

How you ran out of storage saving all the silhouettes

Wish that wasn't quite so recurrent, got carsick driving the circuit

So now I'm doing a service, give the next girl a deterrent

I'm so done with running from my exes

All that toxic shit that they keep flexing

Eric, Matthew, Chris, and Nick

Your mom called like, "Sorry my son's such a dick"

I'm so done with running from my exes

Run, run, run, run

I'm so fucking done, done, done, done

Got so many nails in the coffin, like, bitch, you're building a walk-in

And it's surprisingly calming to hear you screaming and clawing

And R-I-P to the dipshits who think they're so damn prolific

With all the rants on commitment, it's giving crickets

Scared I'm 'bout to air your shit out

How you get off on fucking around

Probably should've thought that one out

(Probably should've thought that one out)

I'm so done with running from my exes

All that toxic shit that they keep flexing

Eric, Matthew, Chris, and Nick

Your mom called like, "Sorry my son's such a dick"

I'm so done with running from my exes

Run, run, run, run

I'm so fucking done, done, done, done