Panic Cord (Tribute in the Style of Gabrielle Aplin) Ringtone

Holding on to memories of you and me
We didn’t last a year, well
We’re just a box of souvenirs, cause
Maybe-be-be-be oh
I remember screenshottin' pics off of Insta… gram
And I took her to Milan tryna find out what she into
I was just lookin' for a girl for the winter
To practice baby makin' on amazing days and
I kept her wet on them rainy days
Then I let her hang over a little too much
And lied up and fucked her
Can’t even blame it on the liquor
Just another cold ass nigga
Couple too many of them couple naked pictures
I make another cold bad bitch run round
Screamin' «niggas ain’t shit cause niggas ain’t shit»
And I wish, I could prove you wrong,
And then maybe you could stay the way you are
Cause I heard that…
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
Now I’m the one that she won’t forget
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 run errands
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 shit, man I hope she okay
Like fuck it, might text her, just say «hey»
Maybe cause I miss her
Maybe cause I’m just another power trippin' nigga
Tryna get back in the picture
Cause I can’t see her with a mister
I’m too bad for a good girl
Too good for the bad ones
Cupid ran outta arrows
Nowadays everybody bangin' like hammers
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
No one man should have all this
And no one girl should have all this
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 spoiled for
So what all I ever saw is egos
Different same old stories
Cause she’s fuckin' out of hope
And we fuck for the glory
Catch her slippin' when she tipsy
Like fuck it, she can suck it cause she horny
No play or pretendin'
You don’t get nu’un from love like tennis
Us players always take advantages
And we never let deuces end it
She in the club but 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
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 fuck
But she’s a good girl at heart
She went and got that shit broke
Now this one beat won’t help to make it flow
I know that…
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…