I bet, I bet
I bet
Bet
You still love me yea, I bet
Bet you still want me yea, I bet
Bet Imma call you back, I bet
Bet you gon answer that, I bet
Bet you ain't f*ckin her, I bet
Bet you ain't bust in her, I bet
Bet is the f*ckin' word
But I wouldn't bet a thing on ya, yeah
I was taught to trust my intuition
I don't trust you I trust my x-ray vision
Got my eyes on your ex with my legs round your neck
You ain't gotta say much for me to know what you said
I already know we gonna make up and break up in the mornin'
You know you're my muse when it comes to the music
I'm sick of it, sick of it, sick of it, sick of it
I bet that you're sick of me, sick of me, sick of me, sick of me
I bet
You still love me yea, I bet
Bet you still want me, I bet
Bet Imma call you back, I bet
Bet you gon answer that, I bet
Bet you ain't f*ckin her, I bet
Bet you ain't bust in her, I bet
Bet is the f*ckin' word
But I wouldn't bet a thing on ya, yeah
I wouldn't bet on you
I wouldn't bet a thing on…
I'm so tired of making up and breaking up
And then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back (x6)
But I wouldn't bet a thing on you