December

I'm getting tired of December, baby

Tired of starting back at square one

And I'm getting sick of sitting purgatory

Sick of playing blind, deaf, dumb

All bark, no bite

It don't feel right

Drunk texts, she sent, she meant

White lies

Roll your eyes this time

So clever better

Read between the letters

Better get your shit together

Better run

Cause we could talk, talk, talk, talk, talk

Talk about it forever

And she gonna walk, walk, walk, walk, walk

All around the answers

Girl, put your money where your mouth is

Take it all offline

Lie to my face this time

I see you watching all my stories

What's the story

What's the problem

What's the 411

I'm like a loaded gun

And I gotta bullet with your name on it

Go insane on it

No plain Jane

Go against the grain on it

Novocain get another sprain want it

Like cocaine she gonna break the brain on it

Pop champagne make another stain

But I'm tired of December, baby

Tired of starting back at square one

I'm getting sick of sitting purgatory

Sick of playing blind, deaf, dumb

Cause she could talk, talk, talk, talk, talk

Talk about it forever

And she gonna walk, walk, walk, walk, walk

All around the answers

Oh, shoot her down

Oh she gonna walk and she gonna talk about it

Talk on and, on and, on and, on and, on and, on and, on and

She gonna walk

And she gonna talk about it

Talk about it forever

I'm getting tired of December, baby

Tired of starting back at square one

I'm getting tired of December, baby

Tired of starting back at square one