I′m still a fan, even though I was salty
Hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy
Hate to see you happy if I'm not the one drivin′
I'm so mature, I'm so mature, I′m so mature
I got me a therapist to tell me there′s other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can′t have you, no one should
I might
I might kill my ex
Not the best idea
His new girlfriend's next
How′d I get here?
I might kill my ex
I still love him, though
Rather be in jail than alone
I get the sense that it's a lost cause
I get the sense that you might really love her
The text gon′ be evidence, this text is evidence
I try to ration with you, no morals or crimes of passion, but damn!
You was out of reach
You was at the farmer's market with your perfect peach
Now I'm in amazement, plannin′ on my patience
Now you layin′ face-down, got me sayin' over a beat
"I′m so mature, I'm so mature, I′m so mature"
I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don′t want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one will
Uh, I might kill my ex
Not the best idea
His new girlfriend's next
How′d I get here?
I might kill my ex
I still love him, though
Rather be in jail than alone
I did it all for love
(love)
I did it all on no drugs
(drugs)
I did all of this sober
I did it all for us, oh
I did it all for love
(love)
I did it all of this on no drugs
(drugs)
I did all of this sober
Don′t you know I did it all for us?
(I'll kill your ex tonight)
Uh, I just killed my ex
(my ex)
Not the best idea
(idea)
Killed his girlfriend next
How′d I get here?
I just killed my ex
(my ex)
I still love him, though
(I do)
Rather be in hell than alone
Writer(s): Solana I. Rowe, Carter Lang, Robert Clark Bisel
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