Soba - Entire History of You Lyrics

I remember High School, yeah those were the days
Back when I would take you on those fun little dates
Back when all the other girls all used to hate
Gave you all my time, seemed like everything was great
Wake up every morning and happy to be
Happy to see a girl that made me smiley
Times were the greatest I spoke of her highly
Feelings won't drop oh ever so slightly
Ever had this feeling like it all was fine
Everything good and nothing's out of line
And just like that all of sudden you saw a sign
Hickie on the neck, redder than wine
Cause you were deceiving
I just turned my back, and find out you were cheating
Killed my heart everyday, feel like it was bleeding
And I won't put up, so you bet I'll be leaving
Let it be known you only playing yourself
Look how much I've grown, I've been loving myself
All your shit better get f*ck the off my shelf
Think I care, must've confused me with someone else
So now I know, that bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
They just wanna chase after money and dicks
So don't bother calling when my figures hit six

Can't lie, you been on my mind
But only sometimes and I can't comply
Trying figure why until I die
Don't blame the guy who's tryna try
In my mind, just like a chip
Playing with my thoughts, like some kinda trip
I know I'm fine, I'm over it
But it keeps playing over and it won't quit
I know I tried with the best intent
Erase my mind, all the content
I wish I could forget every single moment
I wish can erase every single document
Hoppin it hoppin it
F*cking every guy just hoppin it
Know it was wrong ain't no stopping it
Making it easy for every guy who tryna hit
Making it easy for every guy who tryna hit
Making it easy for every guy who tryna hit
Making it easy for every guy who tryna hit
Making it easy for every guy who tryna hit
Can't lie I've been tryna rip
Get a hold of myself, been tryna fix
Get a hold of myself, gotta find a grip
Bleed through my neck every single drip
Pulling this thing out my head
Doing everything to forget
Everything repeating like tourette
I think the memories will finally meet its death