You don’t really love me 
I know you’ll leave when shit start to get ugly 
I already know that you ain’t for me 
You won’t hold me but you’ll fuck me
You say you for me but God already told me you not the one for me 
I’m still drinking thinking about c Gordon 
I don’t know why she played me to the left 
I must’ve been boring 
Cant be we stayed up all morning 
She kept me up with her snoring 
Maybe I was to nice nah the timing wasn’t right