Dubbski - Bad For You (feat. Marleaux Jones & Nah Destin)

And every sunrise aIn every sunrise illusions of you
Girl what did you do
You do

And every sunrise illusions of you
Girl what did you do
You do

I got it bad
Throw it in the bag
All that shit we had
Man that shit so sad
Now you trying to lag
Like you a computer
Never seen the best
The best in our future
Girl you know
Now you trying to leave me
And you show it
Hop up in that benz
Girl where you going
I know that
You tell me that you love me
But I know pretend
You keep doing this again, again, and again
You use to be my friend
That's my friend, thats my friend
And now I'm trying to miss
Trying to miss, trying to miss
Yea ayee

Hey I got it bad for you
Main reason that I'm even tripping cause I really had plans with you
Now I just don't know
Tell me was it easy
Just to leave me
Everything we ever talked about
Did you deceive me
Why didn't you believe me
Damn
Hey I got it bad for you

Use to make your body holla
Put my hands around your neck around you collar
Put your legs up on my shoulders ain't no problem
And for that water I'm a swallow
Oh
That's how it was before
Girl I wanted you and for us so much more
Wish there was a way I could take back my verbs
Wish I could explain
You miss took my words
Girl you really mattered
On the the latter - you kno whats up
Had me switching patterns
Like you know I gave a fuck
See we flew across the country just to make this work
Feel I made her ass look foolish so she mad this hurt
Ooo O
I can still feel your shadows in my room
In every sunrise illusions of you
Girl what did you do
You do

Hey I got it bad for you
Main reason that I'm even tripping cause I really had plans with you
Now I just don't know
Tell me was it easy
Just to leave me
Everything we ever talked about
Did you deceive me
Why didn't you believe me
Damn
Hey I got it bad for you

You say that you love me
Do you really know
Is it really so
Do you really know
If you truly love me
Then why would you leave
Made me believe
I was your everything
Nothing even matters
No money
Not the car

Not even my fucking air pods
And them shits cost

Written by:
Edward Harris, William Tennerson

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