Her Ex - Someone Call My Ex Lyrics

Yeah, aye
Someone call my ex
And tell her that I miss her, miss her
Aye
Aye
Someone call my ex
And tell her that I miss her, miss her
Shouts out my ex
Aye
Someone call my ex
And tell her that I miss her, miss her
It's a lean with rock with it
4-5 pop with it
I don't need Picasso's I would rather have her art collection
Damn
Really love her with my heart
Bumping Wiz Khalifa, Black and Yellow
Pressing push to start
Push to start
I don't need no highs, I get highs off of kisses
Tell my ex girl, I don't need another mistress
Put that on my momma put that on my temple
I'm ready to purchase, I don't need a rental
People change, we ain't Dollar signs
Pennies, nickels, and a dime
You a ten in my lens
But I'm not gon' blood bend
Begging for attention
Rest in peace to all my brethren
Woah, woah, woah, wait
Aren't you doing that right now?
Agh, there's a difference
I make music
It ain't fake it's real
If I say I love my ex
Then I love her for real
If I say I miss my ex
Then I miss her for real
Second chances, they feel like a lotto
Slumdog millionaire
If we become a pair
Love her with such a love
Our kids won't doubt that love exists
I made a vow with the one above
I really would've done it to the letter
I lied to my first ex
When I told her no one would love her better
But I won't make the same mistake