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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cil
Cil
Vocals
Evan Blair
Evan Blair
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cil
Cil
Songwriter
Evan Blair
Evan Blair
Songwriter
Ilsey Juber
Ilsey Juber
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Evan Blair
Evan Blair
Producer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer
Alex Ghenea
Alex Ghenea
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'd rather sleep in the motel, off of highway 25
Than be done this dirty by your dirty little mind
I'd rather be a mess, a fuckin' alcoholic
Than to listen to you sober while you're questioning my logic
It's too late to beg
I'm already gone
We can't even be friends
'Cause, baby, you forgot to be my lover
I gave you all I got and you gave it to another
And come on, you know I'm the kind of woman that you pray for
So I don't understand why you're confused
Oh, baby, you forgot to be my lover
So maybe I'll forget about you
I see you got a new bitch
Boy, I fuckin' knew it
And I know how you touch her
'Cause I taught you how to do it
I guess after all
You ain't good for nothing
Oh, you remember something
Oh, baby, you forgot to be my lover
I gave you all I got and you gave it to another
And come on, you know I'm the kind of woman that you pray for
So I don't understand why you're confused
Oh, baby, you forgot to be my lover
So maybe I'll forget about you, you
So maybe I'll forget about you, you, you
I deserve the best
I mean, that's what you said
A pretty little princess, how could you forget?
Written by: Cil, Evan Blair, Ilsey, Ilsey Juber
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