Vi Finesse - Forget Me Not lyrics

[Hook] Love, s**, pain; girl, it all feels the same Ever since you left, had the past on my brain Vodka on your lips, girl I know you love the taste Only missing me 'cause I'm the one you can't replace Love is forever, but you only had a shot Drunk on emotions, while you kept your heart on lock Everything we ever did, everything I bought Petals on your bed, hope you forget me not [Verse 1] (P-P-Petals on your bed, hope you forget me not.) Does he love you? Where y'all going out to shop? Diamonds is a cla**ic, so I know that you will cop Saying she is lucky to have me, but were you not? Um, you hate me when things got tight Accused of loving other women when it wasn't right Floating on my wave ever since I caught the hype Now I'm on my album where you last lost sight, uh [Pre-Hook] (Coulda been, woulda been, shoulda been Coulda been, woulda been, shoulda been Coulda been, shoulda been, woulda been Coulda been, shoulda been us But you left me with nothing 'cept distrust But you left me with nothing 'cept distrust Coulda been, woulda been, shoulda been us Yeah, yeah) [Hook] Love, s**, pain; girl, it all feels the same Ever since you left, had the past on my brain Vodka on your lips, girl I know you love the taste Only missing me 'cause I'm the one you can't replace Love is forever, but you only had a shot Drunk on emotions, while you kept your heart on lock Everything we ever did, everything I bought Petals on your bed, hope you forget me not [Verse 2] (P-P-Petals on your bed, hope you forget me not.) Took a bullet, getting shot; how you pull it, leave it hot Got your prints on that Glock; running away, you can't stop You know the pain of loving and letting go You know when that depression will take hold Took my aim where you tried to take my name You were a queen to me, but you loved in vain I feel the pain, I feel the strain; knew it wasn't real Call me crying twice, screw how you feel [Outro] This bottle is growing light; my temptation's showing light What's done in the darkness, done out of spite Fuhrer hit the mic on them Lonely Hearts I hit the bulls' eye when I'm throwing darts And if you ever redemption, you won't get it 'Less this music is all the venting I kept hidden (and if you ever redemption, you won't get it 'Less this music is all the venting I kept hidden)