Would you look at what the cat didn’t even bother dragging in
Talking shit behind my back is what you fail to lack
Get that smug look off your face & disappear without a trace
You got no business being here so wipe off those fake tears
You’ve got some nerve asking me for favors
Like I got something to owe ya
When I’ve given you a lot
You’ve got some nerve implying it was all my fault
So don’t even bother coming back around
‘Cause I won’t be there
I’m sick & tired of all your games & acting like you’re in pain
You shoulda thought about that before you stabbed me in the back
Now you’ll move onto a new target
Let’s say a prayer for the soon departed
You ask me “can we turn the page” but your words can’t be erased
You’ve got some nerve asking me for favors
Like I got something to owe ya
When I’ve given you a lot
You’ve got some nerve implying it was all my fault
So don’t even bother coming back around
‘Cause I won’t be there
You’ve got some nerve asking me for favors
Like I got something to owe ya
When I’ve given you a lot
You’ve got some nerve implying it was all my fault
So don’t even bother coming back around
‘Cause I won’t be there
You’ve got some nerve asking me for favors
Like I got something to owe ya
When I’ve given you a lot
You’ve got some nerve implying it was all my fault
So don’t even bother coming back around
‘Cause I won’t be there
About the Creator
Amanda Leon
hey y’all, i’m a college student who writes songs & the occasional short random excerpt that i may or may not post here. new content every week, enjoy :)
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