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Oh-oh, oh Oh-oh, oh I'm still a fan, even though I was salty Hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy Hate to see you happy if I'm not the one drivin' I'm so mature, I'm so mature I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men I don't want none, I just want you If I can't have you, no one should I might I might kill my ex, not the best idea His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here? I might kill my ex, I still love him though Rather be in jail than alone I get the sense that it's a lost cause I get the sense that you might really love her This text gon' be evidence, this text is evidence I tried to ration with you, no murders or crime of passion, but damn You was out of reach You was at the farmer's market with your perfect peach Now I'm in the basement plannin' home invasion Now you layin' face-down, got me singin' over a beat I'm so mature I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men I don't want none, I just want you If I can't have you, no one should I might I might kill my ex, not the best idea His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here? I might kill my ex, I still love him though Rather be in jail than alone Did it all for love (did it all) Did it all on no drugs (did it all) Did all of this sober (did it all) Don't you know I did it all for us? (Did it all) Did it all for love (did it all) Did it all on no drugs (did it all) Did all of this sober Don't you know I did it all for us? I just killed my ex, not the best idea Killed his girlfriend next, how'd I get here? I just killed my ex, I still love him though Rather be in hell than alone
Writer(s): Solana Rowe, Carter Lang, Robert Bisel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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