Listen to the song! It repeats. Space for the faster version! Lyrics: I'm still a fan even though I was salty Hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy Hate to see you happy if I'm not the one driving I'm so mature, I'm so mature, I'm so mature Got me a therapist to tell me there's other men I don't want none, I just want you If I can't have you, no one should I might I might kill my ex Not the best idea His new girlfriend's next How'd I get here? I might kill my ex I still love him though Rather be in jail than alone I get the sense that it's a lost cause I get the sense that you might really love her The text gon' be evidence, this text is evidence I tried to ration with you, no murders, no crime of passion But damn, you was out of reach You was at the farmers market with your perfect peach Now I'm in amazement playing on my patience Now you laying facedown Got me saying over a beat I'm so mature, I'm so mature, I'm so mature Got me a therapist to tell me there's other men I don't want none, I just want you If I can't have you, no one will, oh I might kill my ex Not the best idea His new girlfriend's next How'd I get here? I might kill my ex I still love him though Rather be in jail than alone I did it all for love I did it all on no drugs I did all of this sober I did it all for us, oh I did it all for love I did all of this on no drugs I did all of this sober Don't you know I did it all for us? Oh I just killed my ex Not the best idea Killed his girlfriend next How'd I get here? I just killed my ex I still love him though Rather be in hell than alone
