We said
It'd never ever come to that
Let's pretend
It didn't even need to come to that
Again
'Cause I became your punching bag
And I'm done with that
I'm done with that
Sometimes it's like we're going to war
Back and forth now you're slamming the doors
Pour up a forth
Now I'm shooting shots back
Bottles all on the floor
While I'm popping more caps
I call you a whore
Like, "Who's that boy Jack?"
'Cause at 4 in the morning
You got a SnapChat
I know your password, just a couple of fours
So I tapped on the app and then tapped on the chat
Scrolled up to a few days back
He said, "Come in through thе backdoor; I left it just cracked."
He said, "You lеft your sweatshirt here; do you want it back?"
So I ask
"Who's that boy Jack?"
"Who's that boy Jack?"
Sometimes it's like we're going to war
Our room looks like a bomb went off in it
Broken bottles like Mazel Tov
But it's from knocking them off of
The tabletop they were on
After I told you to knock it off
And that this was the last straw
You got caught red handed
You love college like your Asher Roth
And you love Jackson
Now I'm asking
"Who's that boy Jack?"
You met him in your math class back then
Now he's adding; I'm subtracting
He can have you
'Cause I've had it
('Cause I've had it)
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