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de Poylow

You got blood on your hands
How do you plead?
Boy, it's like treason, how you treated me
It's eight Mondays in a row, nine days of the week
These tantrums been old, all bitter, no sweet

You put the over in lover, put the ex in next
Ain't no I in trouble, just the you since we met
'Cause you're toxic, boy
I ain't even gotta try to find the
G-O-O-D in goodbye

You put the over in lover, put the ex in next
Ain't no I in trouble, just the you since we met
'Cause you're toxic, boy
I ain't even gotta try to find the
G-O-O-D in goodbye

Find the G-O-O-D in goodbye

I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love
Only to find out you are the one holding the gun
I'm just tryna get focus
Take some time for me
People started to notice all the shit you couldn't see

You put the over in lover, put the ex in next
Ain't no I in trouble, just the you since we met
'Cause you're toxic, boy
I ain't even gotta try to find the
G-O-O-D in goodbye

You put the over in lover, put the ex in next
Ain't no I in trouble, just the you since we met
'Cause you're toxic, boy
I ain't even gotta try to find the
G-O-O-D in goodbye

G-O-O, yeah

G-O, in goodbye

In goodbye
Find the G-O
In goodbye

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