Текст песни T.L.T.I.T - Daramola

Playing with fire
Running through the burning flame
You were poison
Why you gotta fight me
Over every little freaking thing
You were toxic

I can't give you Time no more
If you call my phone I can't answer no more
Girl I swear I'm better off without your love

If I rode a benzo then you'd treat me special

Last time I tried
Everything You said was a lie
You're not what they see when you smile
Oh when you smile
Oh na na na

Girls in Miami all have a thing common
They All like to swim

Oh they all love to swim

Girls in Miami all have a thing in common
They all like the ocean
Y'all just want show off

Oh Lord have mercy on my soul

I don put up with a lot this year
So I came up with a master plan
No more Shoulda coulda woulda
Ima do it then I did it
You know I'm the man

Lord have mercy, please

The last time I tried
My world was a hurricane
I tried to fit you in
But you chose to run away
I'm fanning out the flame
Cos all you do is drain