Treesha ft. som Lyrics

Always wanted things to go my way

Days are short man I need a bigger time frame

I write in songs what I really wanna say

Haters watching they want me to go sideways

I just wanna take a trip to Ibiza

Move to LA but I need a Visa

Cop a Tesla I don't want no Kia

Want a rida I don't want no treesha

She told me to leave my bags were already packed

I've had enough dipped out the room and out the house in a flash

I ain't returnin'

No I ain't ever lookin' back

She tried to text call and find me bitch go send me a fax

She didn't care about the facts she only believe what she wants

None of those statements you can retract bitch move on

Now I'm cruising on the highway go and do it my way

Left you all alone cold and crying on the driveway

The subliminal passive aggressive methods that you be reppin'

Bitch you steppin' one too many steps but now you act like you regret

You was never frettin' till the funds run low

Had some fun on the low

But now I'm walking out the door

Like a butcher I be cuttin' like a butcher you was tryna' take my heart and sell it to the highest bidder bitch you frontin' now you bitter

Cuz you know that I'll never be back

So don't try to apologize that shit just wack ah

Hey

I know we haven't talked in forever

But I just wanted to hit you up and say that i'm sorry for what I did

I really fucked up and it's not gonna happen again

I really miss you and I want you back in my life

I wanna make this up to you so

Let's hangout this weekend

What do you think?

Fuck you girl you really hurt my heart

Now I'm runnin' up a check tryna get a new start

Yeah don't trust a bitch D.T.B. that shit is facts

I be runnin' up a check I ain't tryna' get you back

I'm so sick of your games I don't wanna play no more

Now I'm waitin' for the day when I'm gonna go and score

I don't really mean you're a bitch but you really messed up

But my whole teams' got my back that's enough

I thought you were mine but you had to go and play me

How did I hold up it was almost on the daily

All these hoes around me yeah it had me super stressed

Got my mind going crazy yeah I almost was depressed

You had me fucked up I didn't know what to do

But now I'm done with your games I'm just saying fuck you

I gave you my all and you took it for granted

Now that I'm movin' on you're comin' back for chances

Now you're the one who's gettin' all frantic

Always wanted things to go my way

Days are short man I need a bigger time frame

I write in songs what I really wanna say

Haters watching they want me to go sideways

I just wanna take a trip to Ibiza

Move to LA but I need a Visa

Cop a Tesla I don't want no Kia

Want a rida I don't want no treesha