(Ref. Gabrielle Aplin) You kept -you You,you kept -you x2 You (ouh,oh) you (oh oh) x2 You kept all the things I threw away I leaf I picked,a birthday card I made Holding on to memories of you and me We didn't last a year,oh We're just a box of souvenirs,cause Maybe-be-be-be- ouuuh
G Frsh : I remember screenshoting pics off Her Insta..gram* And I took her to my land,tryna find out what she into I was just lookin' for a girl for a winter To practice baby makin' on them lazy days,and I kept her wet on them raining days Then I let her hang over a little too much And now we're fucked up Can't even blame it on the liquar* Just another cold arse nigga Couple too many of them couple looking pictures I make another cold bad bitch run round Screamin' "niggas ain't shit" cause niggas ain't shit And I wish could prove you wrong and more And then maybe you could stay the way you are Cause I heard that..
Ref: You kept all-you-you kept all the kept You kept all the things I threw x2
G Frsh Now I'm the one that she won't forget And maybe she's the one I'll forever regret And I guess it makes sense that we can't be friends Not even a wave when I see you on ends No refunds for the time she spent ,nope Just another memory and memories fade And I still think about her like every day And I heard some shit,man I hope she okay Like fuck it,might text her,just say "hey" Maybe cause I'm just another power trippin'.. nigga Tryna get back in the picture Cause I can't see her with a mister I'm too bad for good girl Too good for the bad ones Cupid run out of arrows Nowadays everybody bangin' like handguns
Ref: You kept all -you-you kept all the kept You kept all the things I threw x2 The more that you keep coming over The more I know it's over dear-de-dear ouhh We're just a box of souvenirs And maybe I pulled the panic cord Maybe you were happy,I was bored Maybe I wanted you to change Maybe I'm the one to blame Maybe you we're just too nice to me-me-me...
G Frsh : No one man should have all this power And no one girl should have all this heartache Especially when she's so gorgeous But she's in love with them brothers in them Porche's She's in love with them brothers in them Bezn's Who would just love being spoilt for choices So we're all out here massaging egos Different happy endings same old stories Cause she's fuckin' out of hope,uh And we fuck for the glory,uh Catch her slippin' when she tipsy Like fuck it she can suck it cause she horny,uh No point pretendin' She don't get nuttin' from love,like tennis Us players always take advantage And we never let deuces end it She in the club and she's got reception Drunk texts are complete with errors like "where are you?" " what are you doing?" "I wanna see you" "come and get me " So I pick her up from that rave I put her into my Range She got a new man ,said I've been replaced But even Facebook couldn't fill my space So it straight back to my place Couple more shots,couple more shots Drinkin' champagne on the kitchen floor Confess our love and then we fuck But she is good girl at heart She went and got that shit broke Now this one bit won't help to make it flow Cuh I know that ...
(G.Aplin) This meant more -this-this meant more to This meant more to you than it did to me This meant more -this -this meant more to This meant more to you that it did to ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.