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And you wouldn't let me be
Callin' me at 2 AM with no caller ID
Half a bottle deep
Sayin' you just want my D
Cry on a different shoulder, I told ya I can't be your peace
It's over, you should sober up and quit callin' me
From the start, it was hard tryna get things right
Woulda coulda shoulda, but you crossed that line
Play your part, bless your heart, 'cause you'll never have mine
Keep goin' 'round in circles
You pretend I hurt you
Packed your bags, they're already on those steps
Take your bullshit with ya
Hope you know I won't miss ya
Pray that God will fix you 'cause I can't help
Knocked you off of my A list (A list)
Like a bad song off of my playlist
You tell me you hate this, but love the damn fact that I'm famous
I'm tired of explaining
I hope that you are missing my 30' wranglers (30' wranglers)
From the start, it was hard tryna get things right
Woulda coulda shoulda, but you crossed that line
Play your part, bless your heart, 'cause you'll never have mine
Keep goin' 'round in circles
You pretend I hurt you
Packed your bags, they're already on those steps
Take your bullshit with ya
Hope you know I won't miss ya
Pray that God will fix you 'cause I can't help
Goin' 'round in circles
You pretend I hurt you
Packed your bags, they're already on those steps
Take your bullshit with ya
Hope you know I won't miss ya
Pray that God will fix you 'cause I can't help