James Fauntleroy - Idiot lyrics

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James Fauntleroy - Idiot lyrics

(verse 1) i cut my phone on shoulda been cut off way that you cut off now from me i spent anotha night crying in da bed just lying the way that you lied to me and maybe damn i even put my plans off just so you can put off you an me i gave you everything an you gave me nothing you gave me nothing but history yea (hook) i used to be caught in the middle between the tricks and the games and your riddles and now im starting to see just a little im wondering (chorus) what kind of idiot sleeps on this heart of mine what kind of idiot aint gonna realize that im worth the time i know you not stupid i know im not stupid so what am i doin doin what kind of idiot falls for it everytime so what kind of idiot am i am i am i am i i so what kind of idiot am i am i am i am i i (verse 2) so what kind of idiot am i what made me think that i be the first one should of been the first one to say goodbye you broke my heart back there i let it go back there should of venture back when you made me cry now that its over how will i get over all this dependity of you an i i gave u everything shoulda gave you nothin damn what of waste of time (hook) i used to be caught in the middle between the tricks and the games and your riddles and now im starting to see just a little im wondering (chorus) what kind of idiot sleeps on this heart of mine what kind of idiot aint gona realize dat im worth the time i know you not stupid i know im not stupid so what am i doin doin what kind of idiot falls for it everytime so what kind of idiot am i am i am i am i i so what kind of idiot am i am i am i am i i (music break) (chorus) what kind of idiot sleeps on this heart of mine what kind of idiot aint gonna realize that im worth the time i know you not stupid i know im not stupid so what am i doin doin what kind of idiot falls for it everytime so what kind of idiot am i (fades) what kind of idiot sleeps on this heart of mine what kind of idiot aint gonna realize dat im worth the time