Yeah, you rich and you fine
But you still make me cry
Got that D2 personality, a dick by design
Oh, but sometimes you're sweet
And that's how you keep me here
Long enough for me to forget that, oh
You got a couple girlfriends, got a temper too
And I don't understand why I still fuck with you
Somebody help
I think I might be sick in the head
Staying with a scrub of a man (True)
Said I wouldn't do it but I'm falling for a loser again
I shouldn't even give him a chance
He only ever breaks my heart, heart, heart (Yeah)
I'm falling for a loser again
Come on bitch, get up
That boy's a loser
Come on girl, get up
That boy's a loser
So I pull up with a fresh face saying "I'mma do it this time"
In my pretty black dress and I keep the car running outside
But then you pull me back in, here we go again
I'm so out of your league
It's embarrassing, man
Somebody help
I think I might be sick in the head
Staying with a scrub of a man (True)
Said I wouldn't do it but I'm falling for a loser again
I shouldn't even give him a chance
He only ever breaks my heart, heart, heart (Yeah)
I'm falling for a loser again
Come on bitch, get up
That boy's a loser
Come on girl, get up
That boy's a loser
Somebody help
I think I might be sick in the head
Staying with a scrub of a man (Screw you)
Said I wouldn't do it but I'm falling for a loser again (Loser, yeah)
I shouldn't even give him a chance
He only ever breaks my heart, heart, heart (Yeah)
I'm falling for a loser again
Come on bitch, get up
That boy's a loser
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