Iggy Azalea - Somebody else

I should have been left
I could have been crept
Flirting with death
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gonna live with yourself?
When I'd be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I'd be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this love to somebody else, somebody else

I can't believe you
How many times have I told myself that I would leave?
And still I ain't leave you
How many times will I go back and convince myself I really need you?
Fuck that I'm done with that shit
I have no use for excuses
So I may excuse you whenever you come with that shit
Silly of you to think I can't go find me a new you
'Cause yes I did want you, but I was fine before I knew you
Yes, I'm aware that was back a long time ago
It won't take no time to get where I'm tryin' to go
I'm just goin' get back in that level up
But I still need back them calls and that bezel chump
Sometimes I just think to myself

I should have been left
I could have been crept
Flirting with death
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gonna live with yourself?
When I'd be fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I'd be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this love to somebody else, somebody else

I'm 'bout to move on to something that's bigger and better
Wait, I hope that you know what I mean babe
When I say it's bigger and better
At first I was tryin' to forget ya,
But now it seems it won't take nothing but time to forget ya
Don't care if you found with [?] (Nope)
You only mind if I'm with ya (Woah)
I'm pickin' up, movin' on
I gave you chance after chance
You kept doing wrong
Yeah, you kept doing wrong
Now I'm with somebody who do the things you can't do with us
You better call Tyrone
Just whatever you do, don't call my phone
Cause I got no answers for you,
No more chances no romantics for you, yeah
Now that I think about it

I should have been left
I could have been crept
Flirting with death,
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gonna live with yourself?
When I'd be fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I'd be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this love to somebody else, somebody else

When you hear about it's gonna kill you
When you see me waiting it's gonna kill you
When you think about it it's gonna kill you
Straight to voicemail, it's gonna kill you
And screenshots it's gonna kill you
On Instagram with those jeans on, and no ring on, it's gonna kill you

When I'd be fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I'd be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this love to somebody else, somebody else
When I'd be fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I'd be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this love to somebody else, somebody else

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