Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Aha
Alright
Yeah
Colder than a Patagonia
The way your hips move, girl, I had to know ya
Got me feeling like Prince in that Purple Rain and all these Morris Day niggas on my Apollonia
But nah, this ain't First Avenue
Girl, you been bad with an even worse attitude
I got plenty options but it hurts to have to choose someone else other than you, damn
Now you're so shook and you're crying
Eyes roaming, passing looks when your tired of me
Girl, don't try to play me for a lame, nigga
I know how you look when you're lying to me
Got me second guessing putting time in
After all the tears and the time spent
Now our relationship's a contract
Guess I should've read the fine print
Yeah-yeah
My mistake, I should've known better
Had me wrapped around your finger like cold weather
Even took you shoppin' down Melrose
Gave me that ass in that mini-dress from Sorella
Tell me, am I going too far now?
Tell me if I should've did more, now
But don't ask me how I feel about your new nigga, 'cause truthfully, I think it's close but no cigar, now
Yeah-yeah
Yeah, it's close but it's no cigar
Couldn't wait 'til we were grown, now we've grown apart
Trying to put it all together with a broken heart
When the flame ends that's the coldest part
The truth is, I lost interest in us
Babygirl, that's all it was
Truth is, I lost interest in us and it's all because of you
Always catchin' feelings for other niggas and when I found other bitches you pulled that double standard, on me
Burned me more than once like it was branded, on me
Tried to take my heart and hold it ransom, on me, yeah
Now you're shook and you're crying (Shook and you're crying)
Eye-rolling, passing looks when your tired, of me (Tired of me)
Girl, don't try to play me for a lame, nigga (I'm not a lame, nigga)
I know how you look when you're lying, to me (You're lyinggg)
Got me second guessing putting time in (All the time)
Even after all the years and time we spent (All the years)
Now our relationship's a contract (Contract)
(Whoaa-noo)
Guess I should've read the fine print (Whoaaa-no-no)
My mistake, I should've slept with more hoes (whoaa-no-no-noo)
(More hoes)
'Cause I don't like to hold regrets, full disclosure
(Disclosure)
If you really with it pull up or pull off (Pull off)
'Cause to be real, I like you less when we sober
So, tell me how I'm going too far (Too far)
Tell me how I should've did more (Did more)
But don't ask me how I feel about your new nigga 'cause truthfully I think he's close but it's no cigar
(Whoa-no-no)
(And don't ask me how I feel about your new nigga)
(Whoaa-no-no)
CUSH WALLACE
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