Yeah
Put
Yeah
I took it out on myself
Started lashing out at my friends
Man, I shoulda asked for help
Man, I shoulda looked within
Instead of doing everything else
All these drugs, playing pretend
'Cause I found out, in the end, the truth
And that is
You got me fucked up
Yes you do
Yeah
You got me so fucked up
I blame you
You got me fucked up
Yes you do
Yeah
You got me so fucked up
I blame you
Now I'm trapped in my mind
I can't escape all the signs
Like, what the fuck?
What you doing on a Tuesday
Do you really gotta get two-dollar drinks?
Girl just think
Let it all sink
Girl, I'm the captain, but you should go down with the ship
That's a metaphor
For our relationship
Girl, I'm a matador to your bullshit
It took some time to see that you were full of it
The cup's empty, 'cause you drank all of it
You lost my trust
Baby, I've been thinking 'bout us
Lately, I've had enough
Baby, that half-ass love
I don't need
My friends think you're a bitch and I agree
You think your shit
Really don't stink
Get off my dick
Don't text me
Girl, you a trick
Houdini
You got me fucked up
Yes you do (So fucked up)
Yeah, yeah
You got me so fucked up
I blame you
♪
Now I'm back on the grind
Tryin' to get you off of my mind
I told you once
I told you twice
Do I gotta tell you a million times?
Like, why you so dramatic?
You didn't go to Tesha
Always startin' static
Startin' a militia
Like for no reason
You're a bad bitch
But, baby girl
You got issues
Used to take and deal with that shit
A go-to punching bag with your hits
Fuck your emotions, I'd rather have fists
Out in the open, you outta pocket
You lost my trust
Baby, I've been thinking 'bout us
Lately, and I've had enough
Baby, that half-ass love
I don't need
Girl, I'm done
So don't hit me up
I ain't coming back
Like never
If you sad, I don't care
If you were stocks, I sold your shares
You got me fucked up
Yes you do
Yeah, yeah
You got me so fucked up
I blame you
You got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Yes you do (Yes you do)
Yeah, yeah
You got me so fucked up
I blame you (100 percent, I blame you)
Like, honestly, like
Don't call me anymore
It's hard enough
I got all these pictures of you on my wall
I gotta delete everything in my camera roll
I gotta tell my mama you died so she stops asking about you