I got a confession
I don't think I want you anymore
There's no room for questions
I saw her panties on the bathroom floor
Been putting up with this for far too long
You ain't gonna change boy
What's the point of stringing me along
We're done for real
So I'ma put your s**t in a cardboard box
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks
When you can't get in oh your heart gon' stop
You may be crying but boy I'm not
I'ma put your s**t in a cardboard box
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks
Never liked your momma so I guess she's blocked
You may be crying but boy I'm not
Stressing
Stressing
Do you hear a stutter in my words
I see it as a blessing
See it as a blessing
Come take your s**t 'cause you can go stay at hers
I hope that she was worth my wasted time
But could she do it like I do
You need someone to put you back inline
So you gon' see what I'll do
I'ma put your s**t in a cardboard box
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks
When you can't get in oh your heart gon' stop
You may be crying but boy I'm not
I'ma put your s**t in a cardboard box
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks
Never liked your momma so I guess she's blocked
You may be crying but boy I'm not
So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me
Believe karma is a B and she gon' teach
Said I'ma put your gold chains down the drain and your Roley
Might just drop a text to your homie
I'ma put your s**t in a cardboard box
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks
When you can't get in oh your heart gon' stop
You may be crying but boy I'm not
I'ma put your s**t in a cardboard box
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks
Never liked your momma so I guess she's blocked
You may be crying but boy I'm not
So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me
Mi- mi- mi- might just drop a text to your homie
You may be crying but boy I'm not
