My leave-you days were numbered twenty-three
Any day now you're gonna let me free
Your five red flags had me down on my knees
I think you're a catch
Just not for me
She said
"Boy
Your paychecks don't pay my maxed-out credit"
Said
"Void when I meant it" these days
She said it over Louis
Prada
Gucci
And Fendi
Chopped at the Uchi for bento
My therapy friends said
"Don't let her get you"
Washed up
I thought that I knew better
"But she's a ride if you ride through the rest
The rest
Besides
She looks good on the 'Gram"
My friends say that it's known that pretty girls get away with it
Now I see
She made me believe
I can't believe you got me feeling
Luh
Luh
Can't believe you got me feeling
Ooh
Can't believe you got me feeling
Luh
Luh
Can't believe you got me feeling
Luh
Luh
Can't believe you got me
Luh
Luh
Can't believe you got me feeling
Luh
Luh
Can't believe you got me feeling