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[Intro: Brytiago]

At home they ask about you, I ask them that I lost you

It was all my fault, I feel so terrible

Make fun of me, rub it in that now you are happy

[Pre-Chorus: Brytiago & Jay Wheeler]

I saw your friend, the one who spoke bad of me

I told her it was my bad, that she was right

Now she makes fun of me

Rubbing it in that now I'm unhappy

[Chorus: Jay Wheeler & Brytiago]

And on my mother I want to forget you, yeah

But more so I want to take your clothes off, baby

This shit has been a process

Give me a break, I’m on it

Even though I'd prefer to wake up to one fo your kisses (Kisses)

And on my mother I want to forget you, yeah

But more so I want to take your clothes off, baby

This shit has been a process

Give me a break, I'm on it

Even though I’d prefer to wake up to one fo your kisses

[Verse 1: Jay Wheeler]

Lo-Lo-Looking at your stories on Instagram

When I go out I forget you

But I come back and I remember you when the days pass

Pictures of you aren{t on my mirror anymore

I want to feel alone now

But I think of you every time I smoke

And I fucking lose it with your memory

If I see you with another guy I'll get mad

Rub it in 'cause I deserve to cry

Before it would hurt, but now you don't care

You became a bitch

And I know it was all my fault

It's a process forgetting your kisses

[Chorus: Brytiago]

And on my mother I want to forget you, yeah

But more so I want to take your clothes off, baby

This shit has been a process

Give me a break, I'm on it

Even though I'd prefer to wake up to one fo your kisses

[Verse 2: Brytiago]

This must be hell

Your mom doesn't say I’m her son-in-law anymore

In my mind, I imagine all the positions

And I feel like a twelve-year-old boyfriend

Just broke up, heart at a thousand

Baby, come here, I want a refill

Right now, you left after I got used to you

I was the first who watched over, now I miss even her hair

If I lost her it was because of jealousy, if you see her, well, tell her

That I want her to come back to me

That I want her to come back to me

I don’t want to Netflix and chill and=ymore

With your meddling friend, I sent you to say

[Chorus: Jay Wheeler & Brytiago]

And on my mother I want to forget you, yeah

But more so I want to take your clothes off, baby

This shit has been a process

Give me a break, I'm on it

Even though I’d prefer to wake up to one fo your kisses

[Outro: Brytiago]

(That I want her to come back to me

That I want her to come back to me)

(Even though I'd prefer to wake up to one fo your kisses)