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• Artiste: FLO (UK)
• Titre: Cardboard Box
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I got a confession I don't think I want you anymore There's no room for questions I saw her panties on the bathroom floor Been putting up with this for far too long You ain't gonna change, boy What's the point in stringing me along? We're done for real So I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop You may be crying, but boy, I'm not I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks Never liked your momma, so I guess she's blocked You may be crying, but boy, I'm not Stressin' (Stressin') Do you hear a stutter in my words? I see it as a blessing (See it as a blessing) Come take your shit 'cause you can go stay at hers, I Hope that she was worth my wastеd time But could she do it like I do? You need somеone to put you back inline So you gon' see what I'll do I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop You may be crying, but boy, I'm not (Boy, you may be crying, but I'm not) I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks Never liked your momma, so I guess she's blocked (Oh, woah) You may be crying, but boy, I'm not (Ah, ah, ah, ey, yeah, ey, yeah) So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me Believe karma is a B and she gon' teach (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Said I'ma put your gold chains down the drain and your Rolly Might just drop a text to your homies I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks (Changing the locks, yeah) When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop You may be crying, but boy, I'm not I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box Changing my number and I'm changing the locks (Locks) Never liked your momma, so I guess she's blocked (She's blocked) You may be crying, but boy, I'm not (So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me) (Mi-mi-mi-might just drop a text to your homie) You may be crying, but boy, I'm not