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I'm like Yeah, I guess I learned a life lesson Yeah, I picked the wrong one to mess with Yeah, you always had me second guessing I can't tell if I'm swimming or just drowning in depression Oh, no, not another cold shoulder Now you loving him, he tells you things I never told ya Now ya loving him because he pulled up in a rover But I fucked you first and came fast as Daytona Ooh, girl Stop being so cold Ooh, girl Yeah, stop being so cold Why am I still callin' you late night? Show up, roll up a lil' something 'til it feels right And I ain't gotta lie to you Yeah, I don't know what to do Everywhere I go, bad news, bad news Yeah, I don't know what to do Everywhere I go, bad news, bad news Uh Playing games, yeah, we'll see how long that shit lasts Quit showing up and taking all my gifts back And I know there's no excuse for domestic abuse But I'm the one who got bitch-slapped But I guess we can't pretend That that shit never happened and you never fucked my friend Such a sad, sad story I'm just waiting for the end And maybe we can close the book and get along and just be friends But then again You're bad, bad news I wish I would've known Wish I would've had clues Such a fucked up relationship that didn't have rules But that's the last damn time you put in a bad mood Ay, girl Yeah, stop being so cold Ay, girl Yeah, stop being so cold Why am I still callin' you late night? Show up, roll up a lil' something 'til it feels right And I ain't gotta lie to you Yeah, I don't know what to do Everywhere I go, bad news, bad news Yeah, I don't know what to do Everywhere I go, bad news, bad news Bad news You're bad, bad news I wish I would've known Wish I would've had clues A fucked up relationship that didn't have rules But that's the last damn time you put me in a bad mood You're bad news You're bad, bad news I wish I would've had known Wish I would've had clues A fucked up relationship that didn't have rules But that's the last damn time Why you still callin' me late night? Show up, roll up a lil' something 'til it feels right, ay And I ain't gotta lie to you I don't know what to do Everywhere I go, bad news, bad news Yeah, I don't know what to do Why you keep callin' me late night? Show up, roll up a lil' something 'til it feels right And I ain't gotta lie to you I don't know what to do Everywhere I go, bad news, bad news Yeah, I don't know what to do Everywhere I go, bad news, bad news
Writer(s): Ryan David Weddle, Tanner Matthew Riccio, Andrew James Chaves, Andrew Stravers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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