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In the night time, we used to shine
I swear to god you always think you right
Had the alchy in my system was thinkin' bout' you all night
Now i'm flipping through these pages I don't think that i'm alright
Had me flipping through these pages, pages
Swear to god you was always beasting' like bae have patience
Always try to f*ck up my whole thesis in our conversations
Then you wanna say that you don't mean it in our situations
Running out of time now
Let me find out
That you doin' bad
Could've put you in Gucci bags
I skirt in a Benz
Put me on to your friend
Then wild out and do it again
Like wow it's never gon' end
Took you places were nobody else knows
Those were days when I just really dropped all my hoes
Then you switched on me I swear that I should've known
I was thinkin' in my head "is this the right way to go?"
And now that's a no
I keep getting checks more checks again
F*cking chase the bag then spend it again
Now I see that you got a new nigga then
Don't hit me up no we can not just be friends again
In the night time, we used to shine
I swear to god you always think you right
Had the alchy in my system was thinkin' bout' you all night
Now i'm flipping through these pages I don't think that i'm alright
Had me flipping through these pages, pages
Swear to god you was always beasting' like bae have patience
Always try to f*ck up my whole thesis in our conversations
Then you wanna say that you don't mean it in our situations
Can you tell me something?
Did you ride for clout?
Now you don't mean nothin'
Now you down and about
Yeah I swear to god
Gave you all of my trust
Gave you all of my love
But you f*cked it up
But you f*cked it up
Gave you all of my love oh girl, gave you all of my trust oh girl
And Wow, wow
You tellin' so many lies, right now, now
Bitch I just hope that you die
Like Bow, Bow
It's been crazy now, it's been crazy now
Independent now, independent now
Working on my craft f*cking by myself
Perfection takes time I don't need nobody else
In the night time, we used to shine
I swear to god you always think you right
Had the alchy in my system was thinkin' bout' you all night
Now i'm flipping through these pages I don't think that i'm alright
Had me flipping through these pages, pages
Swear to god you was always beasting' like bae have patience
Always try to f*ck up my whole thesis in our conversations
Then you wanna say that you don't mean it in our situations