You probably thought these songs were about somebody real
But the reality is that they're spilling my song real
Just need a creativity Don't have the ability
To write and be able to use my capability
I know it's in there somewhere
Just floating around in the air
Sometimes I really don't care Let me get to the point I really dare
I just ran around and made an imaginary ex
When I got laid through your song I'm moving
on to the next And I can't execute my words I'm shaped by
no reject It's the consequence of music being my love
I'm not an imaginary ex
Red tops on two parts I stopped quick when I lost the cuts
I couldn't process the mother cow
But I grew my hair with my brain left
I know everything will end It's just the hand that's left
I know it's in there somewhere Just floating around in the air
Sometimes I really don't care Let me get to the point I really dare
I just ran around and made an imaginary ex When I
got laid through your song I'm moving on to the next
And I can't execute my words I'm shaped by no
reject It's the consequence of music being my love
I'm not an imaginary ex
Oh, oh,
imaginary ex
Ex, ex
Oh,
oh,
imaginary ex
Ex, ex
Imaginary
Ex, ex, ex Oh, oh, imaginary ex
Oh,
oh,
imaginary ex Oh, oh, imaginary ex