I Hate Envy Adams

I hate that bitch name Envy now that she an enemy I would've rather her tell me she wasn't

Into me Instead she faked it, really fucking up the

Chemistry She dropped a bottle, leaving me shattered

By piece to piece

I gotta pick em up, old pics, rip em up Thought that for a sec she was the one but

I don't give a fuck Thinkin' about runnin' in her shit, like

Stick her up But she got a man, that was the plan, I gotta

Give it up

Run, run, run from the love'll get you sprung, sprung, sprung

You gon' think you found the one, one, one When they break your heart you realize that