John Mistretta - My Fault (feat. Will The Beast)

It's my fault, it's my problem, it's my all, it's my drama
All these calls I left in your message box. It's jammed up, why don't you just hear me calling
It's my fault, it's my problem, it's my all, it's my drama
All these calls I left in your message box. It's jammed up, why don't you just hear me calling
Just hear me calling
Just hear me calling
Just hear me calling
Just hear me calling
Pretty girl, she said her name with no panties on
She seen the world but not with me, wrapped around her arm
She did a twirl and I can't see how you did her wrong
Yeah, she the type of girl that I gotta put right in the song
Yeah, you didn't tell me that you got your looks right from your mama
Dripped in Chanel, but she more like a type of Fendi product
Yeah, you couldn't tell
Yeah, she was with all of that fucking drama
She put me through hell
She said to stay the night, but I don't wanna
Yeah, she a different person with me
She said, let's hotbox the city
Tinted windows, looking pretty
Then she went, boy, stop it
She was singing my song all night long
Street lights turned on and we were all alone
Could've told you I was wrong, but you were being strong
You didn't know what's going on, I didn't know it would hit home
It's my fault, it's my problem, it's my all, it's my drama
All these calls I left in your message box. It's jammed up, why don't you just hear me calling
It's my fault, it's my problem, it's my all, it's my drama
All these calls I left in your message box. It's jammed up, why don't you just hear me calling
Wish you'd pick up the phone, but wanna be left alone, I get it
You never gonna notice weird decisions, but your mistakes forgiven
Am I wrong for loving you infinity
Question myself like, isn't me
Oh, silly me
Am I to blame, or is it you, accountability
Manipulation and games, we talked about this already, didn't we
You're just another excuse for you to leave
You gotta be kidding me
A few days have passed, and then you'd be blowing up my phone, saying you're missing me
But first you'd be calling your friends, telling them how you're done, then dissing me
Imprisoned with a cold shoulder, continuously mixed with rollercoaster
This time I put down the bottle and chose to be sober, except that it's over
Yeah, it's that type of feeling that makes me sick
We went from spending time together to you being a narcissist
I can't explain how things done changed
It done happened so quick, but I'm no longer playing games
Sometimes what's broke can't be fixed
Like, just know I never wanted this
But the drastic toxic vibes got me added to my list
Sometimes I wish we could continue, and things could've been different
But there's no change, I'm all about growth, and all that's forgiven
Beast
It's my fault, it's my problem, it's my all, it's my drama
All these calls I left in your message box. It's jammed up, why don't you just hear me calling
It's my fault, it's my problem, it's my all, it's my drama
All these calls I left in your message box. It's jammed up, why don't you just hear me calling

Written by:
Anthony Santoli, John Mistretta, Will The Beast

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