Lyrics:
間違いじゃないはずよ
そうよ tick the box
出来ないことも one by one
今のあなたには
忘れなくていい事実
Ex tape
Listen to your voice
浮かぶ景色 still so hot
Oh たまに missing you
Oh 気をつけて
me a- attack
Me got no style
I'm strictly words
Oh then stop wanking
Hi, Welcome to my ex-girlfriend club
How many ways could I express my love
say - oh
Hope he feel as strong as my pohah do
With you by my side its like I'm drunk off booze
If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind
as she goes past Hollywood Bowl
La Cienega cries as she passes by
Her ex-lovers claim
It was different for them
She's leaving a trail of broken hearts
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
(I need a new nigga)
"Someone rich that I could follow
And you'll be over me by the time you see tomorrow"
Leavin' me in sorrow, Brandy never felt
at by a whore
Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob
His novel was refused, his movie was panned
And his big Broadway show was a flop
He got sent off
but he couldn't cry
His dog was run over
His wife up and left him
After that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in a war
Was laughed at by a whore
don't be worried by my ex chick, I know that you heard them stories (no, stories)
'Bout all them games we use to play, but that ain't me now, I'm
talked to she's sort of neurotic (yeah)
Her crazy ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh)
Scares the girl by threatening her life (word)
Says, "Girl,
Bizzare's tryna get a lapdance
Off a Xanax and Jack Dan' (ayo)
Stripper walk by, I'm like, "Goddamn"
She's like, "That's harassment"
I'm like, "Yeah,
From your passport, it looks like you lying (know you cold)
You broken down by your past, don't deny it (you know I know)
Your ex called, you was
a mere hello)
You so motherfuckin' dangerous
You got me by my neck (a boy is a gun)
That's why these other niggas lame to us
'Cause all these other
laughed at by a whore
Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob
His novel was refused, his movie was panned
And his big Broadway show was a flop
He got sent
dare bring up your ex 'cause he a dead guy
I wonder
Why, oh why? (Oh why?)
Do you ride, do you stick by his side
If he makes you cry every night?
I got some shit for you to come and get
I'm at the St. Regis up on Briar Oaks
Hit me when you done your shift
Woo, I see you doin' well, baby
Oh
strings attached
Just scratches on your back, what? (Fuck, me)
Ex's ain't acting right, and you so glad to fight
Dinner's by candlelight, say it (make
I was standing in the corner
I could tell it was you
By the way that you move, oh yeah
So I couldn't ignore you
Had to walk up, say "Hi"
Then we just
fine
Didn't need you in my life
Moving on whose next in line
Aye aye
Now I’m looking for my
Next ex oh
I’ll be wishing you the best ex oh
Yeah we
know I made you feel alive, at least once
But you’re such an ex by now
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like
]
"Oh Dude, check it, she's killer!"
"I want some of that Buddy"
"Oh Buddy, save some for me"
"Dude, that's my ex-girlfriend"
"Oh, sorry Buddy"
somebody by nightfall
Ooh na na, could it be ya
Baby, I like you
Oh, watching her move, I was lost in the rhythms
And she pulled me close by the look
Broken telephone for every single conversation
By the time it gets to you, shit switches these days, but oh (yeah)
It's yours, it's yours, it's yours,
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