Cardboard Box (Studio Vocals)

I got a confession

I don't think I want you anymore

There's no room for questions

I saw her panties on the bathroom floor (oh, oh)

Been putting up with this for far too long

You ain't gonna change, boy

What's the point in stringing me along?

We're done for real

So I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box

Changing my number and I'm changing the locks

When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop

You may be crying, but boy, I'm not

I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box

Changing my number and I'm changing the locks

Never liked your momma, so I guess she's blocked

You may be crying, but boy, I'm not

Stressin' (stressin')

Do you hear a stutter in my words?

I see it as a blessing (see it as a blessing)

Come take your shit 'cause you can go stay at hers, I

Hope that she was worth my wasted time

But could she do it like I do?

You need someone to put you back in line

So you gon' see what I'll do

I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box

Changing my number and I'm changing the locks

When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop

You may be crying, but boy, I'm not (boy, you may be crying but I'm not)

I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box

Changing my number and I'm changing the locks

Never liked your momma, so I guess she's blocked (oh, woah)

You may be crying, but boy, I'm not

(Ah, ah, ah, ey, yeah, ey, yeah)

So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me

Believe karma is a B and she gon' teach

(Ah, ah, ah, ah)

Said I'ma put your gold chains down the drain and your Rolly

Might just drop a text to your homies

I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box

Changing my number and I'm changing the locks

(Changing the locks, yeah)

When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop

You may be crying, but boy, I'm not

I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box

Changing my number and I'm changing the locks (locks)

Never liked your momma, so I guess she's blocked (she's blocked)

You may be crying, but boy, I'm not

(So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me)

(Mi-mi-mi-might just drop a text to your homie)

You may be crying, but boy, I'm not