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What's Left? Video (MV)




Performed By: Jon Sinatra
Language: English
Length: 3:39
Written by: Jonathan Smith




Jon Sinatra - What's Left? Lyrics




3:05PM is when you clocked in, I was watchin' Trust me, you my only option, girl, I'm locked in
Can't pass you off, I'm not Stockton, Exes stalkin', Trust me, girl, you know it
Happens often, Used to have hoes, it was bout ten, Then I got my hands on you and I just went for the win, You told me do that shit again, so I did it again, We don't fight

We just roleplay, we love to pretend, But you started comin' home late, like, where have you been
Makin' up excuses, sayin' that you out with your friend, Somethin' ain't right, cause she ain't been mentionin' Lyn
All her drama is combined with, like, ten different men,

And you would tell me bout her drama, allthe shit that she in
But now you comin' home, sayin' nothin', must be somethin', I'm blind with my trust
It's somethin' in the air, and it's smellin like it's lust, Don't know if that's her arms or that other

Nigga must, I question her, but she just wanna fuss
Just tell me what's left for us

She grab her phone, pack her bag, and then she storm out
I'm like, where the f*ck you goin'

She say, mom's house, But if you here with me, then why we just
Can't talk it out
She like, I'm not questionin' you, I stay in the f*ckin' house
Work, home, home, work, work home, Plus, I'm producin' music, and it's all on

My own, Don't try to say that I don't make no time for you, that's a lie
Every time I wake up, I always got a extra spot, But, you actin' brand new, she say, I can't stand you, I said, I can't stand to fight with you

She like, nigga, I can't spend a f*ckin' night with you
Them bitches that want you don't know what this shit like with you

Um, am I toxic
No, am I not shit
No, do you got shit
Yes,

Okay, why bitch?
You love playin' like the victim, like it's wired in your system
Maybe if you clean the dust, you can tell me what's left of us

What's left of us?
Tell me tell me what's left?
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English

3:05PM is when you clocked in, I was watchin' Trust me, you my only option, girl, I'm locked in
Can't pass you off, I'm not Stockton, Exes stalkin', Trust me, girl, you know it
Happens often, Used to have hoes, it was bout ten, Then I got my hands on you and I just went for the win, You told me do that shit again, so I did it again, We don't fight

We just roleplay, we love to pretend, But you started comin' home late, like, where have you been
Makin' up excuses, sayin' that you out with your friend, Somethin' ain't right, cause she ain't been mentionin' Lyn
All her drama is combined with, like, ten different men,

And you would tell me bout her drama, allthe shit that she in
But now you comin' home, sayin' nothin', must be somethin', I'm blind with my trust
It's somethin' in the air, and it's smellin like it's lust, Don't know if that's her arms or that other

Nigga must, I question her, but she just wanna fuss
Just tell me what's left for us

She grab her phone, pack her bag, and then she storm out
I'm like, where the f*ck you goin'

She say, mom's house, But if you here with me, then why we just
Can't talk it out
She like, I'm not questionin' you, I stay in the f*ckin' house
Work, home, home, work, work home, Plus, I'm producin' music, and it's all on

My own, Don't try to say that I don't make no time for you, that's a lie
Every time I wake up, I always got a extra spot, But, you actin' brand new, she say, I can't stand you, I said, I can't stand to fight with you

She like, nigga, I can't spend a f*ckin' night with you
Them bitches that want you don't know what this shit like with you

Um, am I toxic
No, am I not shit
No, do you got shit
Yes,

Okay, why bitch?
You love playin' like the victim, like it's wired in your system
Maybe if you clean the dust, you can tell me what's left of us

What's left of us?
Tell me tell me what's left?
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Writer: Jonathan Smith
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