#Fireworks

Man, was it all just a dream?

Paper bags, paper tags, money all on me

You said you loved me first, but you went and loved him too

My heart it beats, it's beating for you

Tell me why, no apologies

I can't cry, she's appalling me

We can try, to like come between

There's no point, she's my enemy

Keep on running in circles, keep my composure

Said she come from midwest, think she from Minnesota

Niggas they snakes, like some cobras

Bout that hoe, thought I warned ya