Layed out like a crucifix, she ready for religion
She ain't go to church but she know how to beg forgiveness
This that kind of night that you can't keep the room from spinning
This that kind of night, yeah, yeah
Just landed in New York, the plug is waiting at the hotel
You know that there are no camera phones
This ain't no fucking show and tell
People taking pictures through the curtains
In the 'rari spinning out, she spilling bourbon

I gave out all my love now it's gone
I should be heartbroken but I'm not
I turned it all around now
I'm a heart breaker

Layed out like a crucifix, she ready for religion
We can't make no love, 'cause I can't make no more commitments
It's that kind of night, you know damn well you gon' be sinning
It's that kind of night, yeah, yeah
Too many of my homies turned into dick riders
All of my exes, ain't my exes, they some liars
People posting pictures like they know my fucking life though
I've been making money since two thousand nine though

I gave out all my love now it's gone
I should be heartbroken but I'm not
I turned it all around now
I'm a heart breaker

Fifteen acres later I'm still waking up with paper
In the Maybach, to the records
Watch your gun, I'm doing labour
I'm from switches have you duckin'
Hide these motherfuckin' razors
Got it down to a science, I ain't never been a traitor
Got a bitch from the equator, top of the hood, I got no neighbors
Man of the year, ain't no debate, look at my team, unlikely legend
I'm in a lick off Benz with a skater, I'm a judge but ain't no flavour
I'm a new heartbreaker, I'ma fuck her then I'll call

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Aaron Curtis Harmon, Brennan Trey Larsen, Matthew Tyler Musto