Songtexte Bet - Mickey Shiloh

I bet, I bet

I bet

Bet you still love me (yeah)

I bet

Bet you still want me (yeah)

I bet

Bet ima call you back (yeah)

I bet

Bet you gone answer that (yeah)

I bet

Bet you ain't fuckin her (yeah)

I bet

Bet you ain't bust in her (yeah)

I bet

Bet is the fucking word

I bet

But I wouldn't bet a thing on you

Yeah

I was taught to trust my intuition

I don't trust you I trust my x-ray vision

Got my eyes on your ex, with my legs round your neck

You ain't gotta say much for me to know what you said

I already know we gone make up and break up in the morning

You know you're my muse when it comes to the music

I'm sick of it, sick of it, sick of it, sick of it

I bet that you're sick of me, sick of me, sick of me, sick of me

Bet you still love me (yeah)

I bet

Bet you still want me (yeah)

I bet

Bet ima call you back (yeah)

I bet

Bet you gone answer that (yeah)

I bet

Bet you ain't fuckin her (yeah)

I bet

Bet you ain't bust in her (yeah)

I bet

Bet is the fucking word

I bet

But I wouldn't bet a thing on you

Yeah

I'm so tired of making up and breaking up

And then you back

And we too tired of making up