Saint's Lounge Lyrics

Huns in my old phone, steady wanna link up

I ain't got no time because I'm always on my grind

Really don't wanna lie, I needed you by my side

But you ran back to him, now it's time to hit the gym

And it hurts deep like surgery, not texting back you tryna get rid of me

I thought you were the one to be, guess I was wrong

I see that you're online, but you're not answering any of my calls

If ghosting was a competition, you would've won a lot of awards

I went through hell and back for you, yeah I really went to war

Hail, thundershowers, I've been through the storm

Only to find out that another nigga kept you warm

Yeah, I'm leaving goodbye nothing will make me turn back once I leave out that door

Tryna share the moment with me, I put a padlock on my heart no hun will find the key

Lost soul, and you still wanna run after me

Beef with cupid, kill it like Bruce Lee

Screw that nigga he is not the one, pull the trigger so that it can be done

Need six figures I ain't got time for fun, that's it I'm quitting you have won