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letra de letter to my ex - relly cole

[chorus]
nothin less, i been juggin’ and finessin’
all i needed was your love, i was desperate
i’m progressin’, handle my depression
f-ck a ex, i just popped a couple x’s
waiting all this time for regression
words never matched your impressions
my new flex gon’ think i’m heartless and reckless
cause now i don’t give a f-ck about affection
off the x, i just bought a dozen extra
this should get me through the week, ima stretch ’em
learn your lesson, make you learn a lesson
i’m a blessin’, flexin’ on the next one

[verse]
blocked your number off my phone no more textin’
add your name to the list of my regrets, and
now go party be a sl-t with your best friend
you ain’t queen and i ain’t chris you so extra
i am who they wanna be b-tch
so when you hop in your new n-gga whip i bet he still get jiggy to me
now when i pull up, i pull up and flex on his whole f-ckin’ team, b-tch
always know me when i step on the scene
i’m that n-gga whatchu mean
and when you told me you love me i know that you prolly ain’t mean sh-t
you wanna see me now i ain’t got time for you, much better places to be
i know you want me all outta your head, but i be all in your feed, b-tch
it’s crazy i wanted to give you the world, but know you can’t get anything
told you i love you to death, and you was a reflection of me
gave you my heart it was basically free
and you just gon’ take it and leave
you said you want forever but forever never lasted
you say you want a future but keep bringing up the past
i repay you for the mornings i ain’t wanna wake up
steady beggin’ you to stay, but you ain’t wanna stay
i ain’t even leave the house, ain’t wanna see your face
somehow i always lose myself when i hear your name
to think i used to wanna k!ll myself
now you ain’t gotta feel me, b-tch, i feel myself
you keep up the acting, i’ll be real myself
baby how you supposed to love if you don’t love yourself

[chorus]
nothin’ less i been runnin’ up a check b-tch
no more stress, hustle got my pockets pregnant
i’m progressin’, handle my depression’
f-ck a ex, i just popped a couple extras
waiting all this time for regression
words never matched your impressions
my new flex gon’ think i’m heartless and reckless
cause now i don’t give a f-ck about affection
off the x, i just bought a dozen extra
this should get me through the week, ima stretch em
learn your lesson, baby, learn your lesson
i’m a blessin’, flexin’ on the next one

- relly cole

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