Exes & OJ Lyrics

If I must tell the truth, life was so much better 'fore I met you

And it has gotten harder since we've fallen through

You can call your crew, you can tell them all the lies you do to bend the truth

I mean, what's the use?

In going back and forth about the misconstrued

You can sit in silence, let them demons swallow you

I can't follow you when you're so hollow too

You're insane abuse, but, fuck it

Started with a bottle of rosé, no way Jose

Pour up the OJ, open a cold case of

Euphoric disasters, the feeling I'm after

Climaxing my pattern, not pensive or passive

I'm feeling attractions that only come once in a blue

If we talk about hues a Pisces, a Sag, and a Cancer

That must be the answer to forging connections

That's leaving me breathless, I know that the thought may be reckless

I'm overly zealous to get to the root of my method

Ladies, I'm tempted to reach a new level to make you feel special

Engage with the core of your auras

Like Ford the Explorer, I'm here to explore ya

On God I adore ya, let's gather the order

Establishing borders, let's come with a safe word

Something we ain't heard, Sag you can take first

Bite on this pillow, you can't curse

I'll put your moans in a new song or a new verse

Trust me baby, I've done worse

Trust me baby, I've done worse

Uh, if I must tell the truth

Life was so much better before I met you

And it has gotten harder since we've fallen through

You can call your crew

You can tell them all the lies you do to bend the truth

I mean, what's the use

In going back and forth about the misconstrued

You can sit in silence, let them demons swallow you

I can't follow you when you're so hollow to

Your insane abuse

But, fuck it

Something so exclusive, man, my flows never congruent

How you making better music?

Why your bars never exclusive?

Man, your songs all sound the same

My tunes make your mama rain

At the Macy's Day Parade

I swear she's such a milf grenade

Ass is like a couple lemons, so I'm making lemonade

Not from the bay, but I get hyphy

Hey baby, I'm just a Pisces

Us doing this less than (Woo)

Us doing this less than likely

Considering me a hypebeast

Just tell me you never liked me

Before I see you as wifey

Before my name is known widely

Coyote ugly, you Wiley

Air Force Ones and a white tee

Never stressing who don't like me

I'm the shit with no permission

A star you'd see on television

Getting lit with all they friends, bitch