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You got blood on your hands How do you plead? Boy, it's like treason, how you treated me It's eight Mondays in a row, nine days of the week These tantrums been old, all bitter, no sweet You put the "over" in lover, put the "ex" in next Ain't no "I" in trouble, just the "U" since we met 'Cause you're toxic, boy I ain't even gotta try to find the G-O-O-D in goodbye You put the "over" in lover, put the "ex" in next Ain't no "I" in trouble, just the "U" since we met 'Cause you're toxic, boy I ain't even gotta try to find the G-O-O-D in goodbye Find the G-O-O-D in goodbye I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love Only to find out you are the one holding the gun I'm just tryna get focus Take some time for me People started to notice all the shit you couldn't see You put the "over" in lover, put the "ex" in next Ain't no "I" in trouble, just the "U" since we met 'Cause you're toxic, boy I ain't even gotta try to find the G-O-O-D in goodbye You put the "over" in lover, put the "ex" in next Ain't no "I" in trouble, just the "U" since we met 'Cause you're toxic, boy I ain't even gotta try to find the G-O-O-D in goodbye G-O-O, yeah G-O, in goodbye In goodbye Find the G-O In goodbye
Writer(s): Timothy Paul Sommers, Jeremy Dussolliet, Leroy James Clampitt, Madison Beer, Elizabeth Lowell Boland, Isaiah Dominique Libeau Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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