do re mi (Y2K Remix)

Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound
Of breaking glass on my Range Rover
Pay me back or bitch, its over
All the presents I would send
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time Ima stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothings ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin done with you, girl
So fuckin done with all the games you play
I aint no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and Os on another note
Im do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin done with you, baby
So send the X and Os on another note, Im ghost

If I could go back to the day we met
I probably wouldve stayed in bed
You wake up everyday
And make me feel like Im incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments your make-up bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
Cause everybody want to tap that ass
Next time Ima stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothings ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin done with you, girl
So fuckin done with all the games you play
I aint no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and Os on another note
Im do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin done with you,baby
So send the X and Os on another note, Im ghost