If I could go back to that 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 End up breaking glass on my Range Rover Pay me back, good bitch, it's over All the presents I would send Fuck my friends behind my shoulder Next time I'ma stay asleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep And you got me thinking lately Bitch, you crazy And nothing's ever good enough I wrote a little song for you Don't break me for so fucking done with you, girl So fucking done with all the games you play I ain't no tic-tac-toe Stick the X's and O's on another note I'm don't break me for so fucking done with you, girl So fucking done with all the games you play I ain't no tic-tac-toe Stick the X's and O's on another note I'm ghost I'm ghost If I could go back to that day we met I probably would've stayed in bed You wake up every day and make me feel like I'm incompetent Designer shoes and X-tabs Compliments your make-up bag You never had to buy yourself a drink Cause everybody want to tap that ass Next time I'ma stay asleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep And you got me thinking lately Bitch, you crazy And nothing's ever good enough I wrote a little song for you Don't break me for so fucking done with you, girl So fucking done with all the games you play I ain't no tic-tac-toe Stick the X's and O's on another note I'm don't break me for so fucking done with you, girl So fucking done with all the games you play I ain't no tic-tac-toe Stick the X's and O's on another note I'm ghost I'm ghost