What if I told you That you do everything to say I told you That you're a different person off the cocoa That you don't really care, just want a photo We got our photo Tenth one in you yelling "yolo" Do it for the gram and for the promo It's got me feeling low low... Man it feels like the eighth lap whippin' on the race track baby And I just want to shrug it off I feel like a train wreck tied up on these train tracks baby And I just think I've had enough, I'm Fucked up on your love Fucked up on your love Oh oh oh oh She got her foot in the door she first in line I'm trynna chill in my bubble she burstin mine She said the balls in your court hope you don't get tired She dribble circles 'round my heart when she cross my mind Rob me shawty rob me Drop me just like a hobby Fold and toss me like origami Think she forgot me might kamikaze Man it feels like the eighth lap whippin' on the race track baby And I just want to shrug it off I feel like a train wreck tied up on these train tracks baby And I just think I've had enough, I'm Fucked up on your love Fucked up on your love Oh oh oh oh