[Verse 1] You hit my phone like "Baby, can we talk?" Tears on the screen Lipstick on your top Say you miss the way We were way back then But you pulled up late Riding with my friend [Pre-Chorus] You say you hate yourself For what you did last night Telling me you love me But you never choose me right [Chorus] You in the backseat, begging for your baby’s dad While you in his squad car, doing something crazy bad You want your family back, but you wild on the weekend Sleeping with a married cop, cheating on your boyfriend You in the backseat, crying that you wanna change But you left your heart somewhere on the walk of shame You want your family back, but you wild on the weekend Sleeping with a married cop, cheating on your boyfriend (yeah) [Verse 2] You say he wear that ring But it “don’t mean a thing” Tell me he protect you While you doing dirty things You calling me your soulmate Then you call him "sir" You breaking up a whole home While you say you hurt [Pre-Chorus] You say you hate yourself For what you did last night Telling me you love me But you never choose me right [Chorus] You in the backseat, begging for your baby’s dad While you in his squad car, doing something crazy bad You want your family back, but you wild on the weekend Sleeping with a married cop, cheating on your boyfriend You in the backseat, crying that you wanna change But you left your heart somewhere on the walk of shame You want your family back, but you wild on the weekend Sleeping with a married cop, cheating on your boyfriend (oh) [Bridge] You can’t pray for peace While you start a war Can’t say "let me in" While you break their door You choose the blue lights Over porch lights at home Now you talking ’bout forever When you scared of being alone (yeah) [Chorus] You in the backseat, begging for your baby’s dad While you in his squad car, doing something crazy bad You want your family back, but you wild on the weekend Sleeping with a married cop, cheating on your boyfriend You in the backseat, crying that you wanna change But you left your heart somewhere on the walk of shame You want your family back, but you wild on the weekend Sleeping with a married cop, cheating on your boyfriend (hey)

rap, Aggressive pop-trap with distorted 808s, chugging pop-punk guitars, and male vocals flipping between half-sung hooks and locked-in rap. Verses stay tight and percussive, choruses explode with gang shouts and octave-doubled leads. Snare hits cut through a crunchy wall of power chords; bridge drops to filtered drums then slams back with screamed ad-libs., punk, rock, pop punk

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