G FrSH - Panic Cord lyrics

[Sample: Gabrielle Aplin] You kept- you You, you kept- you You kept you You, you kept- you You (oh, oh), you (oh, oh) You (oh, oh), you (oh) You kept you (oh, oh), you (oh, oh) You (oh, oh), you kept You kept all the things I threw away A leaf I picked, a birthday card I made Holding on to memories of you and me We didn't last a year, oh We're just a box of souvenirs, cause Maybe-be-be-be oh [Verse 1: G FrSH] I remember screenshottin' pics off her Insta...gram And I took her to my land, tryna find out what she into I was just lookin' for a girl for the winter To practice baby makin' on them lazy days and I kept her wet on them rainy days Then I let her hang over a little too much And now that we're f**ed up Can't even blame it on the liquor Just another cold arse n***a Couple too many of them couple looking pictures I make another cold bad b**h run round Screamin' "n***as ain't sh**" cause n***as ain't sh** And I wish I could prove you wrong and more And then maybe you could stay the way you are Cause I heard that... [Sample: Gabrielle Aplin] You kept all-you-you kept all the-kep You kept all the things I threw You kept all-you-you kept all-kep You kept all the things I threw [Verse 2: G FrSH] Now I'm the one that she won't forget And maybe she's the one I'll forever regret And I guess it makes sense that we can't be friends Not even a wave when I see you on ends No refunds for the time she spent, nope Just another memory and memories fade And I still think about her like every day And I heard some sh**, man I hope she okay Like f** it, might text her, just say "hey" Maybe cause I miss her Maybe cause I'm just another power trippin' n***a Tryna get back in the picture Cause I can't see her with a mister I'm too bad for the good girl Too good for the bad ones Cupid ran out of arrows Nowadays everybody bangin' like handguns [Sample: Gabrielle Aplin] You kept all-you-you kept all the-kep You kept all the things I threw You kept all-you-you kept all-kep You kept all the things I threw The more that you keep coming over The more I know it's over dear-de-dear, oh We're just a box of souvenirs And maybe, I pulled the panic cord Maybe you were happy, I was bored Maybe I wanted you to change Maybe I'm the one to blame Maybe you we're just too nice to me [Verse 3: G FrSH] No one man should have all this power And no one girl should have all this heartache Especially when she's so gorgeous But she's in love with them brothers in them Porche's She's in love with them brothers in them Benz's Who would just love being spoilt for choices So we're all out here ma**aging egos Different happy endings, same old stories Cause she's f**in' out of hope, uh And we f** for the glory, uh Catch her slippin' when she tipsy Like f** it, she can s** it cause she horny, uh No point pretendin' She don't get nuttin' from love like tennis Us players always take advantage And we never let deuces end it She in the club and she's got reception Drunk texts are complete with errors Like "where are you?," "what are you doing?" "I wanna you see", "come and get me" So I pick her up from that rave I put her into my Range She got a new man, said I've been replaced But even Facebook couldn't fill my space So it's straight back to my place Couple more shots, couple more shots Drinkin' champagne on the kitchen floor Confess our love and then we f** But she's a good girl at heart She went and got that sh** broke Now this one beat won't help to make it flow Cuh I know that... [Sample: Gabrielle Aplin] This meant more-this-this meant more to This meant more to you than it did to me This meant more-this-this meant more to This meant more to you than it did to...