So Glad It's Over

Ooh, lord You're such a fucking baby How the fuck do I forget that shit Every time it's my fault, like maybe I should set an alarm I mean, damn Even so much more lately And every time, I'm shocked and appalled, like maybe, Jean, you should recall how this nigga lane be and every time you try to make things right he burn it down to the ground Don't turn around, you're such a fucking victim, ain'tcha That kinda thing is just your nature Well, I kinda hate'cha goddamn I'm so glad it's over So glad that it's over Nigga, I'm so fucking glad it's over So glad that it's over I loved you baby, but that don't make me wrong How many damn apologies can one man want You run, then walk, right back to guilty threads I won't You must be fucking crazy to think I wanna stay in a loss I tried to let you get your player shit off but let's be real you never really understood how it feels Mmm can I get I witness I bet I could So many bitches rap You know what's interesting And if everybody had a bit you in em then they would be assholes Bitter women, definitive feminists, giving this nigga the pass though Remember that Jean is the enemy, really You fill in the memory with an epiphany that was a phony epiphany What are you kidding We've been in the moment again and again, I'm living them all Made the decision to kick in the bucket and click the phone call off Boss, stick to being a victim most of the time Post up your lines, blah blah blah Instagram, fine Bitch, you ain't mine Quit your damn cying Bitch, you a damn lie Bitch, you a damn lie