The Other Side
.] the girl that you used to be
You say you're done, you're moving on
This ain't the world that I used to be
Looks like you've won, it's not the one
Sick of leaving my city, not yourself
At your lover, but we're not
Now you have somebody who really cares
How you work it up, it is unfairYou used to be the one to talk on the side
Waiting for my love to break up
Excusing all the hearts I see walked through
Every night, acting like you been a playerThat grass ain't greener on the other side
Oh yeah
That grass ain't greener on the other side
Oh yeahSeems like ain't nothing cool, never be around
Know it's time to tell about how you feel
Take you whole and try to treat you well
She'll be back up at the club againI know what you want, but you're not gon' get it
That's a no for sure that you gotten with it
You do what you want with somebody else
I'm gone, babyMy homie said I need to step it
My momma said bitches be watchin' you
They be puttin' their hands all in your pocket
But the credit card that's in your wallet
Drinkin' liquor when we celebratin'
Calculatin' over phones
Tryna get a nigga take the condom off
Cuz she want that tax every month
You say you're done, you're moving on
This ain't the world that I used to be
Looks like you've won, it's not the one
Sick of leaving my city, not yourself
At your lover, but we're not
Now you have somebody who really cares
How you work it up, it is unfairYou used to be the one to talk on the side
Waiting for my love to break up
Excusing all the hearts I see walked through
Every night, acting like you been a playerThat grass ain't greener on the other side
Oh yeah
That grass ain't greener on the other side
Oh yeahSeems like ain't nothing cool, never be around
Know it's time to tell about how you feel
Take you whole and try to treat you well
She'll be back up at the club againI know what you want, but you're not gon' get it
That's a no for sure that you gotten with it
You do what you want with somebody else
I'm gone, babyMy homie said I need to step it
My momma said bitches be watchin' you
They be puttin' their hands all in your pocket
But the credit card that's in your wallet
Drinkin' liquor when we celebratin'
Calculatin' over phones
Tryna get a nigga take the condom off
Cuz she want that tax every month
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Writer(s): Christian E Eckman
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