Text From Your Ex
[Tinashe:]I got a text from your ex, boyShe said to look through your texts, boyI'm not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling toAnd now I'm looking for my next boySee, I got a text from your ex-girlAnd she was telling me where you were, last nightI was chilling on my own, thinking you're aloneYou were having sex with your ex-girlI got a
[Tinie Tempah & Tinashe:]Yeah, one text from my exYou know I always flex on my exYou know I got a rep to protectYou know I never let it get to my head (I got a)No, never gettin' vexed when you're wetMy DJ bring his decks on the jetCame out when you put me on the sofaI know you wanna get my respect (I got a)I don't know why you moved to messPoint you tryna prove again?Ah, there you go, gettin' lose again, but yaTry win, but you lose again, and ya (I got a)Hanging 'round those bougie antsGot girls, but you're usin' themBut you're gettin' high, gotta lose the chanceGotta love you long time, but you was a ten
[Tinashe:]I got a text from your ex, boyShe said to look through your texts, boyI'm not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling toAnd now I'm looking for my next boySee, I got a text from your ex-girlAnd she was telling me where you were, last nightI was chilling on my own, thinking you're aloneYou were having sex with your ex-girlI got a
[Tinie Tempah & Tinashe:]Life ain't is what seems to beTryna work it out what it means to meNowadays everybody want a piece of meNotorious, south, west and east, yo (I got a)That's why I look to seas and the seeker reefUsed to check the Tinie man for the DVDHe and I reminisce sometimesPeace in east, LA gettin' lean with Dee (I got a)I don't why you moved to messWho you are, from who's your friends, I've gotSpace for you, and two in the BenzAin't no night stand, if you do it again (I got a)But now me in amnesiaBrandy or MoëshaAfter referendumsYeah, I've still got that visa
I can't believe you've done thisI told you I take no shitAnd you were supposed to love meThen I got a text from your exAll summer night, reachin' for nineOn stand by, three sixty fiveYou get high and you testifyWho's that girl? You let me lieAll summer night, reachin' for nineOn stand by, all at a timeYou get high, and you testify
[Tinashe:]I got a text from your ex, boyShe said to look through your texts, boyI'm not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling toAnd now I'm looking for my next boySee, I got a text from your ex-girlAnd she was telling me where you were, last nightI was chilling on my own, thinking you're aloneYou were having sex with your ex-girlI got a
[Tinie Tempah:]All summer night, reaching for nineAll summer night, reaching for nine