Poor Life Decisions lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, can't believe you got a new b*tch on me
Out of everybody you switched on me
Even though I left first my head hurts
Always said I'd be okay, when you getting a b*tch except her
But you never listen
Now you f*ckin' with somebody that you cheated with
Somebody pass me the Henny, I think I need a sip
You know If she could get emotional sometimes
I'd be flowing with these rhymes, I can't hold it all inside, I can't

[Chours]
We broke up way too long ago for you to still be right here trying to dial me up
Your new b*tch always on Twitter sub tweeting like she tryna be tough
Don't why she think she's slick, like she ain't the type of b*tch you know that I could beat up (yep)
Just to see you love her the same way you love me hurts I ain't finna front

[Verse 2]
Uh, I ain't there having Jacks
If I pull up to LA you know we having sex
My feelings haven't left
And I haven't slept cause I've been thinking overly
Bout the nights when you was kissing and holding me
In Minnesota we was thugging for real
Thinking back it f*cked me up to know nothing was real, its cool
Yeah, and I know life go on, why the f*ck I even write this song, trippin'
[Chours]
We broke up way too long ago for you to still be right here trying to dial me up
Your new b*tch always on Twitter sub tweeting like she tryna be tough
Don't why she think she's slick, like she ain't the type of b*tch you know that I could beat up (yep)
Just to see you love her the same way you love me hurts I ain't finna front

[Verse 3]
Ohh god damn, so you getting money now you thinking you the man
Messing with someone who wasn't with you in a jam
I hope you make the plan but you never understand cause
Nothings changed remember when them girl tried to take my place
Thinking subliminal never say it to my face
Them b*tches hella lame but they can stay up in their lane cause we

[Chours]
We broke up way too long ago for you to still be right here trying to dial me up
Your new b*tch always on Twitter sub tweeting like she tryna be tough
Don't why she think she's slick, like she ain't the type of b*tch you know that I could beat up (yep)
Just to see you love her the same way you love me hurts I ain't finna front