Cardboard Box şarkı sözleri

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 mama, 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 wasted time But could she do it like I do? You need someone to put you back in line 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 (I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box) Changing my number and I'm changing the locks (changing all the locks now) Never liked your mama, so I guess she's blocked (oh, woah) You may be crying, but, boy, I'm not (boy, I'm not) (Yeah, yeah) So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me Believe karma is a b and she gon' teach 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 (oh, ah) 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 (no, no) I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box (oh) Changing my number and I'm changing the locks (locks) Never liked your mama, so I guess she's blocked (she's blocked) You may be crying, but, boy, I'm not (ah) (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