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Cardboard Box

FLO

Contemporary R&B

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Jorja Douglas
Jorja Douglas
Chant
Renee Downer
Renee Downer
Chant
Stella Quaresma
Stella Quaresma
Chant
Rashaan Brown
Rashaan Brown
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jorja Douglas
Jorja Douglas
Paroles/Composition
Uzoechi Emenike
Uzoechi Emenike
Paroles/Composition
Savannah Jada
Savannah Jada
Paroles/Composition
Renee Downer
Renee Downer
Paroles/Composition
Stella Quaresma
Stella Quaresma
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
MNEK
MNEK
Production
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

I got a confession I don't think I want you anymore There's no room for questions I saw her panties on the bathroom floor (oh, oh) Been putting up with this for far too long You ain't gonna change, boy What's the point in stringing me along? We're done for real So I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop You may be crying, but boy, I'm not I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks Never liked your momma, so I guess she's blocked You may be crying, but boy, I'm not Stressin' (stressin') Do you hear a stutter in my words? I see it as a blessing (see it as a blessing) Come take your shit 'cause you can go stay at hers, I Hope that she was worth my wasted time But could she do it like I do? You need someone to put you back in line So you gon' see what I'll do I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop You may be crying, but boy, I'm not (boy, you may be crying but I'm not) I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks Never liked your momma, so I guess she's blocked (oh, woah) You may be crying, but boy, I'm not (Ah, ah, ah, ey, yeah, ey, yeah) So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me Believe karma is a B and she gon' teach (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Said I'ma put your gold chains down the drain and your Rolly Might just drop a text to your homies I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks (Changing the locks, yeah) When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop You may be crying, but boy, I'm not I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks (locks) Never liked your momma, so I guess she's blocked (she's blocked) You may be crying, but boy, I'm not (So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me) (Mi-mi-mi-might just drop a text to your homie) You may be crying, but boy, I'm not
Writer(s): Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike, Renee Downer, Jorja Douglas, Stella Dora Quaresma, Jada Savannah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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