Ain't too good at writing love songs
Just some things, that I wanna get off my chest, since what we had is long gone
My heart's on ice, we're out of time, won't call your phone
Still I wonder how the f*ck did we get here
From f*cking you every night to having no contact, how we f*ck it up one year?
But I'm glad I made it harder for the next
Best you ever had you can't even call me your ex
Just a nigga you allowed to let his hands slip in your dress
Had you squirting back to back when we f*ck made a mess
Have a hard time with feelings that I express
So instead of talking let me help you out that dress
You were smart enough to pull yourself out of my mess
But I'm still on your mind i ain't leaving just yet
Russian roulette in reverse, 5 clips in the chamber, girl we playing dangerous games
Don't care if its love or its lust
Felt so good to the point that it hurt
Russian roulette in reverse, 5 clips in the chamber, girl we playing dangerous games
Don't care if its love or its lust
Felt so good to the point that it hurt
Ain't too good at writing love songs
Just some things, that I wanna get off my chest, since what we had is long gone
My heart's on ice, we're out of time, won't call your phone
Still I wonder how the f*ck did we get here
From f*cking you every night to having no contact, how we f*ck it up one year
How do you expect me to try and fix all the problems when I wasn't even sure that you cared anymore
Now I ain't saying I was perfect, but I thought you knew that it was me and you against the world
Don't know why I can't get out of my feels
Stop myself from calling every time that I sip
At the end of the day shit it is what it is
Charge it to the game I'll go find me another bitch
Ain't too good at writing love songs
Just some things, that I wanna get off my chest, since what we had is long gone
My heart's on ice, we're out of time, won't call your phone
Still I wonder how the f*ck did we get here
From f*cking you every night to having no contact, how we f*ck it up one year
Rukk - Russian Roulette Lyrics
Rukk - Russian Roulette Lyrics
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Ain't too good at writing love songs
Just some things, that I wanna get off my chest, since what we had is long gone
My heart's on ice, we're out of time, won't call your phone
Still I wonder how the f*ck did we get here
From f*cking you every night to having no contact, how we f*ck it up one year?
But I'm glad I made it harder for the next
Best you ever had you can't even call me your ex
Just a nigga you allowed to let his hands slip in your dress
Had you squirting back to back when we f*ck made a mess
Have a hard time with feelings that I express
So instead of talking let me help you out that dress
You were smart enough to pull yourself out of my mess
But I'm still on your mind i ain't leaving just yet
Russian roulette in reverse, 5 clips in the chamber, girl we playing dangerous games
Don't care if its love or its lust
Felt so good to the point that it hurt
Russian roulette in reverse, 5 clips in the chamber, girl we playing dangerous games
Don't care if its love or its lust
Felt so good to the point that it hurt
Ain't too good at writing love songs
Just some things, that I wanna get off my chest, since what we had is long gone
My heart's on ice, we're out of time, won't call your phone
Still I wonder how the f*ck did we get here
From f*cking you every night to having no contact, how we f*ck it up one year
How do you expect me to try and fix all the problems when I wasn't even sure that you cared anymore
Now I ain't saying I was perfect, but I thought you knew that it was me and you against the world
Don't know why I can't get out of my feels
Stop myself from calling every time that I sip
At the end of the day shit it is what it is
Charge it to the game I'll go find me another bitch
Ain't too good at writing love songs
Just some things, that I wanna get off my chest, since what we had is long gone
My heart's on ice, we're out of time, won't call your phone
Still I wonder how the f*ck did we get here
From f*cking you every night to having no contact, how we f*ck it up one year
Just some things, that I wanna get off my chest, since what we had is long gone
My heart's on ice, we're out of time, won't call your phone
Still I wonder how the f*ck did we get here
From f*cking you every night to having no contact, how we f*ck it up one year?
But I'm glad I made it harder for the next
Best you ever had you can't even call me your ex
Just a nigga you allowed to let his hands slip in your dress
Had you squirting back to back when we f*ck made a mess
Have a hard time with feelings that I express
So instead of talking let me help you out that dress
You were smart enough to pull yourself out of my mess
But I'm still on your mind i ain't leaving just yet
Russian roulette in reverse, 5 clips in the chamber, girl we playing dangerous games
Don't care if its love or its lust
Felt so good to the point that it hurt
Russian roulette in reverse, 5 clips in the chamber, girl we playing dangerous games
Don't care if its love or its lust
Felt so good to the point that it hurt
Ain't too good at writing love songs
Just some things, that I wanna get off my chest, since what we had is long gone
My heart's on ice, we're out of time, won't call your phone
Still I wonder how the f*ck did we get here
From f*cking you every night to having no contact, how we f*ck it up one year
How do you expect me to try and fix all the problems when I wasn't even sure that you cared anymore
Now I ain't saying I was perfect, but I thought you knew that it was me and you against the world
Don't know why I can't get out of my feels
Stop myself from calling every time that I sip
At the end of the day shit it is what it is
Charge it to the game I'll go find me another bitch
Ain't too good at writing love songs
Just some things, that I wanna get off my chest, since what we had is long gone
My heart's on ice, we're out of time, won't call your phone
Still I wonder how the f*ck did we get here
From f*cking you every night to having no contact, how we f*ck it up one year
Writer: Biruk Abate
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