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Sam Goodayle
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, you really did a number on me
I find it fucking hard to trust anybody
Ever since the day you left and walked out on me
Can't even look you in the eyes you or anybody
Yeah, you fucked us
Living out my life now you done us
Still you text my line n' tell me "what's up"
Contemplate, decide and tell me "what's up"
You tell me "what's up"
Yeah, you fucked us
Living out my life now you done us
Still you text my line n' tell me "what's up"
Contemplate, decide and tell me "what's up"
You tell me "what's up"
Yeah, you really did a number on me
I find it fucking hard to trust anybody
Ever since the day you left and walked out on me
Can't even look you in the eyes you or anybody
Lots of lies and deceit confined them into me
And now we're tossing n' turning throughout the city street
One minute holding my hand n' says she's into me
The next she's turning away for someone bit more than me
Yeah, you fucked us
Living out my life now you done us
Still you text my line n' tell me "what's up"
Contemplate, decide and tell me "what's up"
You tell me "what's up"
Yeah, you fucked us
Living out my life now you done us
Still you text my line n' tell me "what's up"
Contemplate, decide and tell me "what's up"
You tell me "what's up"
Yeah, you fucked us
Writer(s): Sam Goodayle
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