I could write a book called I can’t stand you
You ain’t even worth the fucking time to
A single day of us is too much to undo
Oh, it’s funny how you think I could forgive you
All you do is hit my phone
And tell me you’re not coming home
You’re working late and got to go
Bitch I’ve heard it all before
So fuck up what we been, what we have, what we are
For a little bit of fun, for a little bit of wrong
You might make some mistakes, before you’re gone
And I’ll leave your pretty face, girl fuck it I’m gone I’m gone
I could write a book called I can’t stand you
You ain’t even worth the fucking time to
A single day of us is too much to undo
Oh, it’s funny how you think I could forgive you
I could write a book called I can’t stand you
You ain’t even worth the fucking time to
A single day of us is too much to undo
Oh, it’s funny how you think I could forgive you
Maybe one time tonight won’t hurt a thing
Girl my fucking mind’s circling
Round bottles of champagne
Bubblin’ away my pain, my pain
I’ll spend a couple grand at the club ‘cause of you
Tryna make up lost time, girl my mind’s confused
Late at night you’ll want me for a few
Oh, I’m done giving my time to you
I could write a book called I can’t stand you
You ain’t even worth the fucking time to
A single day of us is too much to undo
Oh, it’s funny how you think I could forgive you
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