verse
I'm in a funk, so I bought a bouquet of roses
And cut 'em up at your doorstep, your new neighborhood is gorgeous
I paid a lotta money for the fragrances you wore when we were dating
And I sold some lemonade just to afford them
I know it's not a really good occasion to be bargin' in
I couldn't help but watch you kiss her by the kitchen sink
I swung the door open, tippy-toed farther in
I wasn't cryin', I was starin' and forgot to blink
verse
She saw me standin' by the TV, and she wouldn't stop screamin'
So I tried to be discreet and told her, "Calm your tits"
She grabbed the kitchen knife, so I pulled out the blick
Ain't got it all the time, thank God I did for this
'Cause she was seein' red, and all I saw was you
It happened in a flash when she charged at me
Y'all criss-crossed, saw her fall to the floor
Then you paused there in horror, that shot wasn't for her
chorus
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
verse
I get the sense that it's a lost cause
I get the sense that you might really love her
This text gon' be evidence, this text is evidence
I try to ration with you, no murders or crimes of passion, but damn
pre-chorus
I'm so mature, I'm so mature
I'm so mature, I 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
chorus
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
bridge
I did it all for love (love)
I did it all on no drugs (drugs)
I did it all for love (love)
I did all of this on no drugs (drugs)
Don't you know I did it all for us? (I'm gon' kill your ass tonight)
outro
Uh, I just killed my ex (my ex)
Killed his girlfriend next, how'd I get here?
I just killed my ex (my ex)
I still love him though (I do)
Rather be in Hell than alone
Writer(s): Solana I. Rowe, Carter Lang, Amala Ratna Dlamini, Robert Clark Bisel