Somebody Else

[Pre-Chorus] I shoulda been left I coulda been crept You're flirting with death (Yeah) Boy, you're flirting with death Tell me how you gon' live with yourself When I'm fuckin' on somebody else... [Chorus] Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else [Verse 1] I can't believe it How many times have I told myself that I would leave And still I ain't leave you How many times Imma go back and forth and convince myself I really need you Fuck that I'm done with that shit I have no use for excuses So I may excuse you whenever you come with that shit Silly of you to think I can't go find me a new you Cause yes I did want you but I was fine before I knew you And yes I'm aware that was back a long time ago It won't take no time to get where I'm tryin' to go I'm just gon' get myself back and then level up But I still need back them calls and them bezels chump Sometimes I just think to myself... [Pre-Chorus] I shoulda been left I coulda been crept You're flirting with death (Yeah) Boy, you're flirting with death Tell me how you gon' live with yourself When I'm fuckin' on somebody else... [Chorus] Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else [Verse 2] I'm 'bout to move on to something that's bigger and better Wait, I hope that you know what I mean babe When I say it's bigger and better At first I was tryin' to forget ya But now it seems it won't take nothin' but time to forget you Don't care if you fine with the split up (No) You only mine if I'm with ya (Whoa) I'm pickin' up, movin' on I gave you chance after chance You kept doing wrong Yeah, you kept doing wrong Now I'm with somebody who do the things you can't do at all You better call Tyrone Whatever you do, just don't call my phone Cause I got no answers for you No more chances and romantics for you, yeah Now that I think about it... [Pre-Chorus] I shoulda been left I coulda been crept You're flirting with death (Yeah) Boy, you're flirting with death Tell me how you gon' live with yourself When I'm fuckin' on somebody else... [Chorus] Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else [Bridge] When you hear about it, it's gon kill you When you see me with him, it's gon kill you When you think about it, it's gon' kill you Straight to voicemail, it's gon' kill you And screenshots, it's gon' kill you On Instagram with those jeans on and no ring on It's gon' kill you [Chorus] Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else