Good Things Die YoungE

Stay downBaby girlHold it down for ya boyI said baby girlStop playing with ya boyI said baby girlStop playing with me

It's been getting hardI been trying for a minute nowBreaking downGot me sitting in my feelings nowIt got me going out sadWent and gave you my lastShould've left I guess it took too long to figure outThought you had love for a niggaBut ever since when would've love made a differenceI probably should've listened to my niggasCause now it's got me looking at you differentGood things die young and they never seem to lastSick and tired

I guess we over nowI guess deep down I probably should've known it huhGirl tell me who was there in them trenches with you broken downYou was holding me back when I was busy tryna hold you downKeep showing off for companyGirl you need to get your story straightCause ain't you say you done with meI know that you got love for meBut baby know if love was enough you wouldn't be crying till you fall asleepWe fight we madWe break up next week we backWe repeat rewind so toxicYou my drug I keep relapsingBut usually I'm heartlessWhat you do to me I'm powerlessWe got way too many problemsYou been chilling with yo friends saying niggas ain't shitSo girl don't call me and start changing upTired of all these games you been playingDon't be playing dumbYou keep biting on the hand that's tryna hold you upI guess we was at our best when we was broke as fuckI wish I never met you at that partyShould've listened to my dawgs said stop fucking with that shawtyI still love you though regardlessAnd that's the part that makes this so much harder than I wanted

It's been getting hardI been trying for a minute nowBreaking downGot me sitting in my feelings nowIt got me going out sadWent and gave you my lastShould've left I guess it took too long to figure outThought you had love for a niggaBut ever since when would've love made a differenceI probably should've listened to my niggasCause now it's got me looking at you differentGood things die young and they never seem to lastSick and tired of singing all these sad songsSay you wanna go what you running back forYou say you wanna go well then goDon't you ever come backGood things die young and they never seem to last