Do Re Mi

Do, re, mi, fa, so

Yeah, yeah

Do, re, mi, fa, so

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, if I could go back to that day we met

I probably would just stay in bed

You run your mouth all 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 I would send

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 Os on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, baby

So send the X and Os on another note

I'm ghost

If I could go back to that day we met

I probably would've stayed in bed

You wake up everyday and make me feel like I'm incompetent

Designer shoes and Xanax tabs

Compliment your make-up bag

You never had to buy yourself a drink

'Cause everybody wanted to tap that ass sometime

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 Os on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, baby

So send the X and Os 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 Os on another note

I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fucking done with you, baby

So send the X and Os on another note

I'm ghost

So send the X and Os on another note

I'm ghost