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Tory Lanez

This Ain't Working

 

This Ain't Working

(Album: Sorry 4 What - 2022)


Give it to me two times (Two times, two times)
Play me for a fool, fine
But play me two times, I'm the fool now
Is that your new guy?
Even though he isn't shit, you shitted on me
Spitted on me like a shoe shine (Shoe shine)
See the truth is
All this time I wasted on you, I feel stupid (Yeah)
Could've woke my savage up, could've been ruthless (Oh)
If it wasn't for me breaking up that fight with you and you know, you would've been toothless, lil' bitch
Staying was just hurting me, I'ma hurt myself to stay
Every day like yesterday, talking down in plenty ways
Simping for this bitch when you know pimping in my résumé
Knew you wasn't the one from back then and to this present day
Now I see you out and wanna turn and walk the other way
Wonder how it got this way, 'cause baby

Things don't come before their timing
Every grape don't turn to wine

The Lord made us in His design and
You let me know every time, this ain't working
Like Lauryn Hill done sing it, baby, this ain't working, this ain't perfect
I wrote all my love letters in cursive
Had to read it time at the time, you was worth it, yeah

Bitch (Bitch)
How the fuck you love a nigga and just snap out?
Bitch (Bitch)
Don't be acting like this dick can't make you tap out
Lil' bitch
I had to say that last bitch a lil' softly
'Cause I know that you come with lots of lip and that's gon' cost me, yeah
Play me for a fool, fine, but you done play me two time
Crazy when we step out, we was wavy as a cruise line
Everything that's done in dark gon' come in light in due time
I guess this is due time, yeah

Things don't come before their timing
Every grape don't turn to wine

The Lord made us in His design and
You let me know every time, this ain't working
Like Lauryn Hill done sing it, baby, this ain't working, this ain't perfect
I wrote all my love letters in cursive
Had to read it time at the time, you was worth it, yeah

Slide for me, slide for me
Said you would ride with me, ride with me, ride with me
Said you was gang with me, gang with me, gang with me
What that means? It go down and you bang for me
I know you even said you cared for me, cared for me
But when it's dead and it's down, you ain't there for me
Why would you lie to me, lie to me, lie to me?
Thought we'd get married and you would be my bride to be
But you were scared, you were scared, you were scared of me
Got so much status, it's hard to compare to me
But I ain't need you to compare, just be there for me
I had to go and read that fine print carefully
And so for once won't you give to me, give to me
The way I live for you, live for me, live for me
The way I reach for you, reach for me, reach for me
And when I'm falling, hold on, don't you leave for me

Uh, look
This ain't working like Lauryn Hill
The field full of orange hills
You cut me cold and deep in my heart in the flowing chills
Undermining my guard, you a cough that a flu and kill
So don't ever ask me if I'm ever in my feels
I got hoes pressing, shows stretching, bitches in my low section
Which question, who am I gon' end up in they throat section
Both low and double bitches both sexing, no question
Horse ass, shawty ride that dick like she was road equastrian
I been stunting so damn hard
Why was I playing scarred?
I was out there shooting my shot, instead of being a team player, you was out there playing god
Now the face of our relationship fucked and it's playing scarred
I hate a bitch that believe the blog
Like to read the blogs, is part the reason why we gotta take the season off
Told my accountant that your emotions are my leading cost
Should've blocked your number, took your messages, delete 'em all
I never thought I'd have to keep 'em just in case you was trying something slick but fuck that shit
I promise, man, the grease is off
You can cut the legal off
I can cut the Amex
Promise next night I'm in that pussy like a leotard
This ain't working

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