Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met I probably would just stay in bed You run your mouth all over town And this one goes out to the sound Of breaking glass on my Range Rover Pay me back or bitch, it's over All the presents I would send Fuck my friends behind my shoulder Next time I'ma stay asleep (yeah) I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh (yeah) And you got me thinking lately Bitch, you crazy And nothing's ever good enough I wrote a little song for ya It go like Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So fuckin' done with all the games you play I ain't no Tic-tac-toe Send the X and O's on another note I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost If I could go back to the day we met I probably would've stayed in bed You wake up every day And make me feel like I'm incompetent Designer shoes and Xanax tabs Compliments your make-up bag You never had to buy yourself a drink 'Cause everybody want to tap that ass sometime And you got me thinking lately Bitch, you crazy And nothing's ever good enough I wrote a little song for ya It go like Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So fuckin' done with all the games you play I ain't no Tic-tac-toe Send the X and O's on another note I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost (And you got me thinking lately, yeah) (Bitch, you crazy) (And nothing's ever good enough) I wrote a little song for you, it go like Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So fuckin' done with all the games you play I ain't no Tic-tac-toe Send the X and O's on another note I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost (So send the X and O's on another note, I'm...)