(2x) If I could go back to the day we met I probably would just stay in bed You run your mouth all over town and this one goes out to the sound Of breaking glass on my Range Rover Pay my back or bitch it's over all the presents I would send fuck my friends behind my shoulder Next time I'ma stay alseep I pray the Lord my soul to keep, Oh and you got me thinking lately bitch, you crazy and nothing's ever good enough So I wrote a little song for ya N.. It go like do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, girl So fucking done with all the games you play I ain't no tic-tac-toe So send the X and O's on another note I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you babe So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh If I could go back to the day we met I probably woulda stayed in bed You wake up everyday and make me feel like im incompetent designer shoes and Xanax tabs complimetns your make-up bag You never had to buy yourself a drink cuz everybody want to tap that ass and you got me thinking lately bitch, you crazy and nothing's ever good enough So I wrote a little song for ya N.c. It go like do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you girl So fucking done with all the games you play I ain't no tic-tac-toe So send the X and O's on another note I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, babe So send the X and O's on another note, Im ghost