Flashbacks

I'm still getting flashbacks

From the way that you would arch it when I tap that

From behind we in a bed or in the flatback

When you told me that you love me in a snapback

I don't wear them anymore

When I left you was crying at the door

Do I regret I don't know anymore

Don't forget you tried to play me like a whore

Last night I was crying in the bed trying to get over the high I been going through

And with all the lying you was never buying I don't even know what I put you through

And with all the shit you talk and with all the Insta stalks you would go again in a heartbeat