Finer Things

Bitch we back again I tried to text you But you left me on read I tried to show you But you never fucking cared I said I want you But you're never fucking there Bitch I'm back again You say you don't love me We could play pretend I tried to fucking catch you We can't make amends I tried to fucking show you all the finer things Back in the Benz-truck I know she played it off And I got bands now She wanna make it up And I'm still sad now And shit ain't adding up I drip in all fucking black now I know shawty is a fan now Bitch you're back again I tried to text you But you left me on read I tried to show you But you never fucking cared I said I want you But you're never fucking there And I told you that I can't decide Who I'm gonna be tonight You can't breathe the fire Take my hand tonight Bitch I'm back again You say you don't love me We could play pretend I tried to fucking catch you We can't make amends I tried to fucking show you all the finer things (Bitch I'm back again) (You say you don't love me) (We could play pretend) (I tried to fucking catch you) (We can't make amends) (I tried to fucking show you all the finer things) I don't wanna let you go I'm not the one, yeah Bitch, I don't wanna let you go no more Babygirl you broke my heart for sure Left me falling And I'm still calling you And I don't wanna let you go No, no more