Aye baby girl, I wrote you a song
Cause trifling ass hoes should get some fucking credit for their work
Yeah, that's you

I ain't here to shame a slut
Whose body count went up
Except it got a big plus 10
While we dated
Yeah, I'm not exaggerating

Hey, I wrote you a song
Cause we got shit unresolved
I just need some quick closure

Say your piece and go
Get it all off your chest
Then don't come back again
I don't want to know
If you fucked him again
Keep that shit to yourself

Cause you can't kill me again
Don't have time to recover, think I just might die
You can't do this again
Don't have time to recover, think I just might die
Die
I just might die
I just might die
I just might die
Die
I just might die
I just might die
I just might die

You can say what you want, but is it gonna
Change anything, I really wanna
Stay in my lane, avoid the drama with you

So get it all of your chest
Then don't come back again
Now it's really the end
I know you fucked him again
Told me he was just a friend

I thought that we could be something so much better
And even though you mistreated me, this gives me no pleasure
I guess we just weren't to be, that's how it goes sometimes
But you were the one, you were the one
I wanted it to be