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
