Do re mi fa so
Yeah yeah
Do re mi fa so
Yeah

Yeah
If I could go back to that day we met
I've probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth fall over town
And this one goes out
to the sound of breaking glass on my Range Rover
Pay me back or bitch it's over
All the presents send out it's in
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time I'mma stay asleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep

And you got me thinking lately
Bitch you crazy
And nothing's ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya'
It go like

Do re mi fa so fucking done with you girl
So fucking done with
all the games you play
I ain't no tic tac toe
Send the x and o's on another note
Do re mi fa so fucking done with you girl
So send the x and o's on
another note I'm ghost

(yeah, yeah)

If I could go back
to that day we met
I'd probably would've stayed in bed
You wake up everyday
and make me feel like
I'm incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments, your makeup
and you never had
to buy yourself a drink
Cause everyone wanted
to tap that ass sometime


And you got me thinking lately
Bitch you crazy
And nothing ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

Do re mi fa so fucking
done with you girl
So fucking done with
all the games you play
I ain't no tic tac toe
Send the x and o's on another note
Do re mi fa so fucking
done with you girl
So send the x and
o's on another note I'm ghost

(Yeah, yeah, oh)
(And you got me thinking lately
bitch you crazy
and nothing's ever good enough)

I wrote a little song for ya
It go like do re mi fa so fucking
done with you girl
So fucking done with
all the games you play
I ain't no tic tac toe
Send the x and o's on another note
Do re mi fa so fucking
done with you girl
So send the x and
o's on another note I'm ghost

Send the x and o's on
another note I'm ghost