If I must tell the truth, life was so much better 'fore I met you
And it has gotten harder since we've fallen through
You can call your crew, you can tell them all the lies you do to bend the truth
I mean, what's the use?
In going back and forth about the misconstrued
You can sit in silence, let them demons swallow you
I can't follow you when you're so hollow too
You're insane abuse, but, f*ck it
Started with a bottle of rosé, no way Jose
Pour up the OJ, open a cold case of
Euphoric disasters, the feeling I'm after
Climaxing my pattern, not pensive or passive
I'm feeling attractions that only come once in a blue
If we talk about hues a Pisces, a Sag, and a Cancer
That must be the answer to forging connections
That's leaving me breathless, I know that the thought may be reckless
I'm overly zealous to get to the root of my method
Ladies, I'm tempted to reach a new level to make you feel special
Engage with the core of your auras
Like Ford the Explorer, I'm here to explore ya
On God I adore ya, let's gather the order
Establishing borders, let's come with a safe word
Something we ain't heard, Sag you can take first
Bite on this pillow, you can't curse
I'll put your moans in a new song or a new verse
Trust me baby, I've done worse
Trust me baby, I've done worse
Uh, if I must tell the truth
Life was so much better before I met you
And it has gotten harder since we've fallen through
You can call your crew
You can tell them all the lies you do to bend the truth
I mean, what's the use
In going back and forth about the misconstrued
You can sit in silence, let them demons swallow you
I can't follow you when you're so hollow to
Your insane abuse
But, f*ck it
Something so exclusive, man, my flows never congruent
How you making better music?
Why your bars never exclusive?
Man, your songs all sound the same
My tunes make your mama rain
At the Macy's Day Parade
I swear she's such a milf grenade
Ass is like a couple lemons, so I'm making lemonade
Not from the bay, but I get hyphy
Hey baby, I'm just a Pisces
Us doing this less than (Woo)
Us doing this less than likely
Considering me a hypebeast
Just tell me you never liked me
Before I see you as wifey
Before my name is known widely
Coyote ugly, you Wiley
Air Force Ones and a white tee
Never stressing who don't like me
I'm the shit with no permission
A star you'd see on television
Getting lit with all they friends, bitch
47 Roman - Exes & OJ Lyrics
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If I must tell the truth, life was so much better 'fore I met you
And it has gotten harder since we've fallen through
You can call your crew, you can tell them all the lies you do to bend the truth
I mean, what's the use?
In going back and forth about the misconstrued
You can sit in silence, let them demons swallow you
I can't follow you when you're so hollow too
You're insane abuse, but, f*ck it
Started with a bottle of rosé, no way Jose
Pour up the OJ, open a cold case of
Euphoric disasters, the feeling I'm after
Climaxing my pattern, not pensive or passive
I'm feeling attractions that only come once in a blue
If we talk about hues a Pisces, a Sag, and a Cancer
That must be the answer to forging connections
That's leaving me breathless, I know that the thought may be reckless
I'm overly zealous to get to the root of my method
Ladies, I'm tempted to reach a new level to make you feel special
Engage with the core of your auras
Like Ford the Explorer, I'm here to explore ya
On God I adore ya, let's gather the order
Establishing borders, let's come with a safe word
Something we ain't heard, Sag you can take first
Bite on this pillow, you can't curse
I'll put your moans in a new song or a new verse
Trust me baby, I've done worse
Trust me baby, I've done worse
Uh, if I must tell the truth
Life was so much better before I met you
And it has gotten harder since we've fallen through
You can call your crew
You can tell them all the lies you do to bend the truth
I mean, what's the use
In going back and forth about the misconstrued
You can sit in silence, let them demons swallow you
I can't follow you when you're so hollow to
Your insane abuse
But, f*ck it
Something so exclusive, man, my flows never congruent
How you making better music?
Why your bars never exclusive?
Man, your songs all sound the same
My tunes make your mama rain
At the Macy's Day Parade
I swear she's such a milf grenade
Ass is like a couple lemons, so I'm making lemonade
Not from the bay, but I get hyphy
Hey baby, I'm just a Pisces
Us doing this less than (Woo)
Us doing this less than likely
Considering me a hypebeast
Just tell me you never liked me
Before I see you as wifey
Before my name is known widely
Coyote ugly, you Wiley
Air Force Ones and a white tee
Never stressing who don't like me
I'm the shit with no permission
A star you'd see on television
Getting lit with all they friends, bitch
And it has gotten harder since we've fallen through
You can call your crew, you can tell them all the lies you do to bend the truth
I mean, what's the use?
In going back and forth about the misconstrued
You can sit in silence, let them demons swallow you
I can't follow you when you're so hollow too
You're insane abuse, but, f*ck it
Started with a bottle of rosé, no way Jose
Pour up the OJ, open a cold case of
Euphoric disasters, the feeling I'm after
Climaxing my pattern, not pensive or passive
I'm feeling attractions that only come once in a blue
If we talk about hues a Pisces, a Sag, and a Cancer
That must be the answer to forging connections
That's leaving me breathless, I know that the thought may be reckless
I'm overly zealous to get to the root of my method
Ladies, I'm tempted to reach a new level to make you feel special
Engage with the core of your auras
Like Ford the Explorer, I'm here to explore ya
On God I adore ya, let's gather the order
Establishing borders, let's come with a safe word
Something we ain't heard, Sag you can take first
Bite on this pillow, you can't curse
I'll put your moans in a new song or a new verse
Trust me baby, I've done worse
Trust me baby, I've done worse
Uh, if I must tell the truth
Life was so much better before I met you
And it has gotten harder since we've fallen through
You can call your crew
You can tell them all the lies you do to bend the truth
I mean, what's the use
In going back and forth about the misconstrued
You can sit in silence, let them demons swallow you
I can't follow you when you're so hollow to
Your insane abuse
But, f*ck it
Something so exclusive, man, my flows never congruent
How you making better music?
Why your bars never exclusive?
Man, your songs all sound the same
My tunes make your mama rain
At the Macy's Day Parade
I swear she's such a milf grenade
Ass is like a couple lemons, so I'm making lemonade
Not from the bay, but I get hyphy
Hey baby, I'm just a Pisces
Us doing this less than (Woo)
Us doing this less than likely
Considering me a hypebeast
Just tell me you never liked me
Before I see you as wifey
Before my name is known widely
Coyote ugly, you Wiley
Air Force Ones and a white tee
Never stressing who don't like me
I'm the shit with no permission
A star you'd see on television
Getting lit with all they friends, bitch
Writer: Na'zir Sims
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid