Yeah, hmm-mmmm No letting go, no letting go, oh No letting go, no letting go (So hard fi leave yuh) Cyan lie to myself 'cah mi know seh mi love yuh mi darling But there's still things on my mind (still things on my mind) Past ah di past but deep in a mi heart girl it's hurtin' Found out the truth yuh told me lies Still when yuh gone, mi miss you (miss you) When we good, I got trust issues, trust issues Still I don't know, what's this? Is it love or am I toxic? Yeah, mi cyan get enough a yuh love Betta yuh stay, betta yuh cut Mi cyah mek up mi mind Fi see yuh wid another mek mi jealous A mi fi tell yuh Yuh body precious and yuh hard fi find And it makes no sense I try to leave Heart close, when you're not around and you have di keys (yeah) Yuh know mi love yuh hard Break up ain't easy, yeah 'Cause when yuh gone mi miss you (miss you) When we good, I got trust issues, trust issues Still I don't know, what's this? Is it love or am I toxic? You see a day nuh pass and we nuh argue (we nuh argue) Nuh make nuh sense becah' mi want yuh Mi want yuh call mi, yuh want mi call yuh A just the both of us wah know wi value It doesn't mean buying Prada's in Milano Miss fi put mi fingers 'pon yuh like piano Want see you now and not tomorrow (No matter fact, stay weh yuh deh, yah man) Still when yuh gone, mi miss you (miss you) When we good, I got trust issue, trust issues Still I don't know, what's this? Is it love or am I toxic? Still when yuh gone, mi miss you (miss you) When we good, I got trust issues, trust issues Still I don't know, what's this? Is it love or am I toxic? (Toxic)

(Get back!) Tell me What could you do for a bitch that don't need nothin' from you? Show me Show me the difference, I'm sick of the reruns Give me a reason Help me I'm turning savage from fuck niggas We may have fucked, not in love with ya Bad bitch with bread, I got trust issues Trust issues Bad bitch with status, I just got a lot of damage What could you do if your money didn't matter? Started so perfect, why it turn into a disaster? This shit get tragic I ain't cappin' in my passion I don't need that much, just trust and some attention Are you that nigga that's gon' fit in this description? Is you down, is you down, or it's get off 'Cause it's some other niggas waitin' on my call Tell me What could you do for a bitch that don't need nothin' from you? Show me Show me the difference, I'm sick of the reruns Give me a reason Help me I'm turning savage from fuck niggas We may have fucked, not in love with ya Bad bitch with bread, I got trust issues Trust issues All these bad bitches in your phone Why you want to make me sick? (Sick) Always talk like you want to be home But you always in that mix (mix) 'Member I would call your phone You was outside givin' dick You was tryna weigh your options Like I ain't on top of the list This pussy be having me cocky The way that I rock it and get on your body Tell me, do she even lick it or two hand twist it? You know it be sloppy I ain't like none of these bitches They be in the lobby If you want a bitch that'll listen You gotta be willin' and tell me you got me Tell me What could you do for a bitch that don't need nothin' from you? Show me Show me the difference, I'm sick of the reruns Give me a reason Help me I'm turning savage from fuck niggas We may have fucked, not in love with ya Bad bitch with bread, I got trust issues Trust issues

You used to say every Saturday that you didn't have time for me 'Cause they were for the boys Oh, boy Needed you to come by when my dog died And even though I cried, you were preoccupied And so annoyed, like I had a choice And I get it You had better things to be doing You said screw it, aw dang Now you're asking me what I'm doing Yeah, the truth is I'm busy, doing nothing at all Just sitting here staring at these four walls I'm busy, looking out the window Watching every blade of the green grass grow I think it's safe to say, yeah I don't have time today I ain't got nowhere to be (yeah) So leave a message at the beep (yeah) 'Cause I'm busy (yeah) (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah...) I gotta clean my refrigerator Hell, I might get stuck in an elevator for fun (yeah) I might meet someone (I might meet someone) (yeah) And there we go, play a little bit of bingo Blow a little bit of money at the Pearl Casino Half drunk, I'm all booked up I'm busy, doing nothing at all Just sitting here staring at these four walls I'm busy, looking out the window Watching every blade of the green grass grow I think it's safe to say, yeah I don't have time today I ain't got nowhere to be (yeah) So leave a message at the beep (yeah) 'Cause I'm busy (yeah) (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah...) B's for "bless your heart" U's for "you messed up" S is for "don't even start" And honey you know Y we're done And why I'm busy, doing nothing at all Just sitting here staring at these four walls I'm busy, looking out the window Watching every blade of the green grass grow I think it's safe to say, yeah I don't have time today I ain't got nowhere to be (yeah) So leave a message at the beep (yeah) 'Cause I'm busy

I t doesn't matter how far you go down that open road To try to out run the thought of me You can sleep with a million girls, tell them they're your world When you look in their eyes all you'll see is me You can put up a fight Stay out with your friends all night But you're gonna find, whatever you do I ain't gonna burn out Like your Marlboro red, no Safe to say I'm fireproof You can burn every picture of us Every shirt I forgot in your drawer Go ahead and set fire to your bed And hope it spreads to where we danced on your kitchen floor But you can't incinerate what you keep on reminiscing There's no getting away from every thought of me Everything that we had you can turn it to ash, but There's no match for my memory You can find a new county line, you can drink it dry But you know you'll end up calling me You can win yourself a million bucks, go buy bigger truck But you'll still see me in the shotgun seat Every year you get older There's a new girl crying on your shoulder But what you feel for me ain't gonna smoulder, nah You can burn every picture of us Every shirt I forgot in your drawer Go ahead and set fire to your bed And hope it spreads to where we danced on your kitchen floor But you can't incinerate what you keep on reminiscing There's no getting away from every thought of me Everything that we had you can turn it to ash, but There's no match for my memory Oh no Doesn't matter how much gas you pour You'll always see me walking out the door And I bet it chills you to your core Burn those polaroids from your 21st Don't forget the mixtape I made back when I was yours Go ahead and set fire to your bed And hope it spreads to where we danced on your kitchen floor But you can't incinerate what you keep on reminiscing There's no getting away from every thought of me Everything that we had you can turn it to ash, but There's no match for my memory Oh no, there's no match for my memory You'll remember me You'll remember me

I have more fun in bed without you in it I'm alone but don't feel lonely, it's a given I don't wake up at 5 a.m. When you come home from partying I have more fun in bed without you in it Mm, that's some good shit I'm still good friends with your best friend's girlfriend (what up, A?) And I watch whatever the hell I want on Netflix I don't have to worry that you're hanging out With some other girl in some other town Still good friends with your best friend's girlfriend Yeah, she's some good shit You took your swearin' and your fightin' The "where are you, stop lying's" You took the gettin' drunk on Monday nights 'Cause you can't handle a sober fight You took all of your bullshit Baby, you left me You left me with the good shit But I got my windows down, and I sing along to the radio There's still two-for-one tequila at the bar we used to go I no longer deal with all your friends Making offside jokes at my expense Windows down and I sing along to the radio That's some good shit, yo You took your swearin' and your fightin' The "where are you, stop lying's" You took the gettin' drunk on Monday nights 'Cause you can't handle a sober fight You took all of your bullshit Baby, you left me You left me with the good shit Yeah, maybe you hate me, but I finally don't care For the first time in three years, I'm happy that you're not here It's pretty cliché, but I'm gonna be okay By accident or on purpose Baby, you left me You left me with the good shit You took your swearin' and the fightin' "Where are you, stop lying's" You took the gettin' drunk on Monday nights 'Cause you can't handle a sober fight You took all of your bullshit Baby, you left me Oh, we both know I deserve it Baby, you left me You left me with the good shit You could've left like a hundred bucks though, that would've been nice