Bad Romance

Had my chance
Fucked around and blew it on a bad romance
What to do if I ain't have these bands
I've been left here with nothin' at all
(At all)

In a backseat of the whip
And we ain't talkin'
Yeah, I only try to finish what we started
Like an 8ball I was hanging outta pocket
Getting caught up and you couldn't stop oooh
I thought that I could keep it on the low
Ain't never felt this fucking way before
But now I'm pitchin pebbles at your door
'Cause we ain't even talking (no)

Had my chance
Fucked around and blew it on a bad romance
What to do if I ain't have these bands
I've been left herе with nothin' at all
(At all)

Yeah, I had my days
Call me immature, causе I don't act my age
But you don't wanna talk
You gotta see my face
You won't even pick up my calls (My calls)

And it hurts me to the core
When my feelings getting old
I can't deal with all the thoughts
No ups and downs, my pride and my doubt

And it hurts me to admit
That I am fucked up overly
So I am stuck up at the crib, oh
Just sittin' around and figurin' out (out)

If you still be thinking 'bout me
When you're all alone
If you kept the secrets
That I told you on the phone

If you doing good
Than I don't even wanna know
But if you still got feelings
Than I ain't ready to move on

If you still be thinking 'bout me
When you're in the shower
If you still be thinking 'bout me
Even when your out

If you started drinking
If you started getting wild
So baby if you thinking what
Would you think about me now?

Had my chance
Fucked around and blew it on a bad romance
What to do if I ain't have these bands
I've been left here with nothin' at all
(At all) yeah, I had my days
Call me immature, cause I don't act my age
But you don't wanna talk
You gotta see my face
You won't even pick up my calls (My calls)