Pre.S - Mrs. Lyrics

Said you way too busy for relationships
(That ain't really to blame)
So why's that what you looking for
(It's all up under your name)
You went inside the kitchen drawer
Found the biggest knife you could
Then waited 'till I'd miss you more
(And that shit not okay)
So this ain't love girl, this is war
You stabbed me in the back and then
You came back just to twist it more
(Won't forget that day)
Left me bleeding on the kitchen floor
Thinking

I might miss us
Then again you couldn't be my Mrs
Since you left, I haven't made no misses
Turn me down, then shit, we turning this up
I don't miss ya
The way you said you feel me, then you switch up
Thanking god that I ain't got no pictures
Always thought you something I could fix up
I might

Miss what I thought we had
I won't diss 'cause you're not that bad
Hope you listen and get so sad
The way we kissing, I knew that's that
I won't see you again
Where to begin
I've been all over your skin
There's nothing within, I'm
Wishing that you let me in
You coulda been my
Wifey or my nightly
But you tried get both, you unhinged
I bet you scrolling on Hinge
Looking for someone else
You were my favorite binge
Until you was yourself
You killed me and you didn't flinch
Baby you're something else
You pushing me out to the fringe
Telling me f*ck myself
And all you did was f*ck me over
I think of the shit that I told ya
And though I present as a soldier
One look in your eyes and I fold up
I'm sorry that I haven't shown up
If that's the reason that it's blown up
I need to stop pushing for closure
I wish you were pulling me c-

I might miss us
Then again you couldn't be my Mrs
Since you left, I haven't made no misses
Turn me down, then shit, we turning this up
I don't miss ya
The way you said you feel me, then you switch up
Thanking god that I ain't got no pictures
Always thought you something I could fix up
I might

Drop dead
If you come to me claiming I ain't tried my best
Make no time for me, but you making time for Pres
Got me dodging sleep all 'cause you need time to rest
Just say you like me less
'Cause now the hype is dead
Really ain't what I'm perceived to be, I gotta flex
I wrote a script where I really be him
And now it just be playing out all in your head
Speaking of something that's all in my head
You was an angel to me, now you dead
Thought she had values, 'till I seen her bend
Let's go from lover to f*cker to friend
Never mind, this is the end
I grab the Elytra and I'll fly out
Just like I did that one time I hit
And then you just rushed to get right out
Can't hit the gym, 'cause right across from it
Me and you just spent a good night out
This mixed chick is on the blacklist
And that shit is never getting Whiteout
There's a list of the shit that you like in my notes
Like Disney movies and talking while you coast
You like Hercules and god damn it, I'm close
You like comedy and god damn it, I'm jokes
The joke is on you when this song getting post
Was 'posed to end different and damn we were close
Not really my X, so don't be in my quotes

I might miss us
Then again you couldn't be my Mrs
Since you left, I haven't made no misses
Turn me down, then shit, we turning this up
I don't miss ya
The way you said you feel me, then you switch up
Thanking god that I ain't got no pictures
Always thought you something I could fix up
I might