So Glad It's Over

Ooh lord, you're you're such a fucking baby How the fuck do I forget that shit every time? It's my fault Maybe I should set an alarm, I mean damn Even so much more lately and every time I'm still shocked and appalled like Maybe Jean you should recall how this nigga lane be And every time you try to make things right he burns it down to the ground Don't turn around You such a fucking victim, ain't ya That kinda thing is just your nature Well I kinda hate ya, oh I loved you baby but that don't make me wrong How many damn apologies can one man want? You run then walk right back to guilty threads I won't You must be fucking crazy To think I wanna stay in a loss I tried to let you get your player shit off But let's be real, you never really understood how to feel Can I get a witness? I bet I could, so many bitches And if everybody had a bit of you in 'em man they would be assholes Bitter women, definitive feminists, giving this nigga the pass though Remember that Jean is the enemy You fill in the memory with an epiphany That was a phony epiphany What are you kidding? We been in the moment again and again I'm living no more I made the decision to kick in the bucket and clicked the phone call Off, boss, stick to being the victim most of time Post up your lines, blah blah blah blah, instagram Quit your damn crying Bitch you a damn lie Bitch you a damn lie