Testo A fools tale (running back) Tory Lanez

A fools tale (running back)

See, my days are cold without you (My days, yeah)
But I'm hurting while I'm with you
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you (No more)
See, my days are cold without you (Without you)
But I'm hurting while I'm with you (Without you)
And though my heart can't take no more
I keep on running back to you (I keep on running)
Running, running back to you (I keep on running)
Running, running back to you (I keep on running)

You hurt me, you got me
Acting like I'm not me
I dig that, I'm big mad
The big bag, Versace
Oh, if you ain't love me like that
You wouldn't keep runnin' back
Oh, it's so hard to hold back
When you keep coming back, I'm glad, yeah
And when I need her back, I just put it on replay
Fly her to Miami, in the city where the Heat play
Had her in the sheets, finna cut her like a DJ
Fifteen bottles like a quince
She don't pay attention to that him say and she say
Said it two times, then I jinxed it
Saw right through me, had a cup full of lies as I drinked it, uh
Only gonna get it when she want it
New Givenchy, Birkin bag, girl, I was goin' in
Now you got some', baby, flaunt it
Wishin' I kept it honest

Oh, you got some, oh, you got some
Oh, you got somebody
But you won't stop frontin', you won't stop frontin'
You won't stop frontin' on it, babe
Oh, you got some, oh, you got some
Oh, you got somebody
But you won't stop frontin', you won't stop frontin'
You won't stop frontin' on it, babe (Runnin' back to me)

See, when I get the strength to leave (Runnin' back)
You, you can learn to appreciate me (Runnin' back to me)
Then it all remains the same (She runnin' back to me)
That you ain't never gonna change, never gonna change

You got me, I got you
You actin' out like you not you
The rumors, all not true (True)
You givin' away everything, I got you
Oh, Birkin bags and them tags won't get me back
I gave a fuck, you blow fifty stacks
You mad as fuck when I spit these facts
'Cause you can spend it ten ways (Ten ways)
Never cared about your money, regardless of what my friends say
'Cause there is nothing that they can say
Tory, if you really want it, you come Wednesday to Wednesday
Boss bitch whip, I pull up, cause a frenzy
No scratch on it, no Spud, no MacKenzie, uh
For all of my ladies, sing this song if you can't do wrong

Oh, you got some, oh, you got some
Oh, you got somebody (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But you won't stop frontin', you won't stop frontin'
You won't stop frontin' on it, babe (You won't stop frontin' on me, no)
Oh, you got some, oh, you got some (Swear that you got somebody, yeah)
Oh, you got somebody
But you won't stop frontin', you won't stop frontin' (You know you won't stop frontin')
You won't stop frontin' on it, babe (Runnin' back to me)

See, when I get the strength to leave (Runnin' back)
You always tell me that you need me (Runnin' back to me)
And I'm weak 'cause I believe you (She runnin' back to me)
And I'm mad because I love you (Runnin' back to me)
So I stop and think that maybe (Runnin' back)
You can learn to appreciate me (Runnin' back to me)
Then it all remains the same (She runnin' back to me)
That you ain't never gonna change, never gonna change

Draft you to the team like Kobe in '96
Blue and orange drops like Ewing signed to the Knicks
You fine and you thick, get you assigned to the dick
Have you runnin' back and forth like suicides in this bitch
Do or dies in this bitch, like shoot from line in this bitch
I stunt so hard, I stuff credit cards in Goyards
Your face, no flaws, no case, no charge
Pulled up in BMs, we spendin' daily per diems
From AM to the PM, you would hop inside my bed
Get it wetter than, what's that line? Uh
Spray 'em where you see 'em
That's why I'm payin' no attention to chicks, I'm playin' in my DM
I know dropout Rovers, pop out sofas
Was with me when I wasn't eatin', we would pop out Stouffer's
You see, that's why I'm still fuckin' with you
Head down, ten toes, still thuggin' with you (Word)
Takin' long flights out to DR
I'm still in Palos, back to Caicos
Trips for the chick that swing them hips like Miss Juegos
From questions like, "How'd your day go?"
I spend it, extended the suite another week
In Dego, just to watch the day go
As far as bankroll, bank go
I can speak for it with the trips like sprain on ankle
I keep mami on everyone of 'em, shit, I'm sonnin' 'em
Niggas talkin' crazy to bae, I point the gun at 'em
Super hell shit pop up, dun-dun-dun at 'em
Was with me back when I was broke, and so I run it up
Anything for you, I swerve in the lane for you
Hop in the drop top, still work in the rain for you
Nurture this pain for you
'Cause even days that it ain't workin'
I'm still lurkin' and hurtin', in pain for you
See the art was I was shootin' from the heart
But what's shootin' from the heart with a worthless aim for you?
Yeah