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You got blood on your hands
How do you plead?
Boy, it's like treason how you treated me
It's eight Mondays in a row (Row)
Nine days of the week (Week)
These tantrums been old (Old)
All bitter, no sweet

You're killing my vibe
In ways, words cannot describe
But I'll try, I'll try

You put the "over" in lover, put the "ex" in next
There ain't no "I" in trouble, just the "U" since we met
'Cause you're toxic, boy
I ain't even gotta try to find the
G-O-O-D in goodbye

You put the "over" in lover, put the "ex" in next
There ain't no "I" in trouble, just the "U" since we met
'Cause you're toxic, boy
I ain't even gotta try to find the
G-O-O-D in goodbye

I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love
Only to find out you are the one holding the gun
I'm just tryna get focus, take some time for me
People started to notice all the shit you couldn't see

You put the "over" in lover, put the "ex" in next
There ain't no "I" in trouble, just the "U" since we met
'Cause you're toxic, boy
I ain't even gotta try to find the
G-O-O-D in goodbye

You put the "over" in lover, put the "ex" in next
There ain't no "I" in trouble, just the "U" since we met
'Cause you're toxic, boy
I ain't even gotta try to find the
G-O-O-D in goodbye

You're killing my vibe
In ways, words cannot describe
But I'll try, I'll try

You put the "over" in lover, put the "ex" in next
There ain't no "I" in trouble, just the "U" since we met
'Cause you're toxic, boy
I ain't even gotta try to find the
G-O-O-D in goodbye (Goodbye)

G-O-O-D in goodbye

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