Lyrics When I Get My Turn? - Cool Company

Caught me slippin', lose control
Got rear ended by a reckless soul
She ain't break, she ran me over
Now I'm stranded on the shoulder

Swear this my last hurt, no cap
Locking my heart up, forgetting all the password, what's that?
If I don't catch a break soon, then, hmm, I'm gonna catch a case, ah
Wishing I could forget ya face, but I got it burned in my retina
That's why I lay sick, thinking about how the days went

When you and me treated each other like we were human beings
Doing deeds that some might have called "Affectionate"
But ain't nothing sweet, no confections here, threw all that out
Ain't no fetching it, and so race to the exit, you cheated
And that's some bull, I'm heated, you beat me by decimals

Tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane, I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves

Tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane, I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves

He was playing chess, when you said "No games," you remember that?
I wonder how you rest with all these moves you've making
Different from rest but it always ends the same, uh
Did my best to vet and I still got played

I went from lovesick too, sick to my stomach
You was a dime, but couldn't keep it a hundred with me, no, no, no
I did the math, knew odds were low, we would last
Was thinking that I'd do the dash first
But turns out that you got the last word

(When I get my turn) tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane, I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves

Tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane, I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves

Caught me slippin', lose control
Got rear ended by a reckless soul
She ain't break, she ran me over
Now I'm stranded on the shoulder

I went from lovesick too, sick to my stomach
You was a dime, but couldn't keep it a hundred with me, no, no, no
I did the math, knew odds were low, we would last
Was thinking that I'd do the dash first
But turns out that you got the last word

(When I get my turn) tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane, I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves

Tell me when I get my turn
Sick of being the one to get burned
Tryna find my lane, I'm swerving
Sick of hitting all these curves