I cried out, ain't got nothing left Stuck with the memories all in my headHurt so bad, but I gotta get over you, over youTook you back, that was my mistake If you're a player, then you'll never changeSame old *, now I know what I gotta do, gotta doSaid no, no, no, not rapping tonight Six-inch heels and dress fit me tight*** my mind and then that's why You won't see me cryI found a cure on the desk floor No reply when you're texting meYou had a rhythm as my remedy I'm getting over youI found a cure on the desk floor See you calling and I press declineHustling my cup, yeah, watch me whine I'm getting over youTook you back, that was my mistake If you're a player, then you'll never changeSame old *, now I gotta get over you, over youTook you back, that was my mistake If you're a player, then you'll never changeYeah, I found a cure on the desk floor You wanted something with a callYou know it's a hell of a call You keep on calling meCan you stop calling me?Calling, calling, calling I'm getting over youCalling, calling, calling You keep onCalling, calling, calling You keep onYou can keep on hating my line But ima do me in the meantimeBut ya know it's time But now that's it, that's itSorry, Kaya, could've never loved you like thatI really wish I could rewind, but I'ma do me in the meantimeI found a cure on the dance floor, no reply when you're texting meYeah, the rhythm is my remedy, I'm getting over youI found a cure on the dance floor, see you coming and I'm ready to climbWhat's in my cup, yeah, watch me whine, I'm getting over youPrey black, back it up, cock it up, ready fi deal with itYou're feeling it, like me kneeling itBig black banana, gal peeling itWe sign a deal, me sealing itNo true, me name being a man, me no teeny bitGal a fall in love, me say wait a bitTrue, me love have ***, it's a greater bitThe whole community call me gray rabbitShe ready fi leave, she drop the cliffSo high when she finish, smoke the spliffTake her and me think I talk your driftSo many rivers to cross, I catch me cliffGal a keep her, man, can you keep it clean?Your man a gaga and you a beauty queenGal want to come and she just a dreamGal want to come and she just a dreamMy girl, your body load like a sirenTurn you downFace goes upFill my cupI'll get over youTurn you downFace goes upFill my cupI'll get over youI found a cure on the death floorNo reply when you're back to meYeah, the rhythm is my remedyI'm getting over youI'm getting over youI found a cure on the death floorSee it gone and I'm a plastic lineI'll sip my coke and watch me whineI'm getting over youCool it off, cool it offGal a whine, hoo-haCool it off, cool it offI'm getting over youCool it off, cool it offGal a whine, hoo-haCool it off, cool it offI'm getting over youI'm getting over youI'm getting over you