Iggy Azalea - Somebody Else

I shoulda been left
I coulda been crept
You're flirting with death (yeah)
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gon' live with yourself
When I'm fuckin' on somebody else

Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somedy else
I be fuckin' with somedy else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else

I can't believe you
How many times have I told myself
That I would leave
And still I ain't leave you

How many times imma go
Back and forth
And convice myself I really need you
Fuck that I'm done with that shit
I have no use for excuses
So I may excuse you whenever
You come with that shit
Silly of you to think I can´t go
Find me and knew you
Cause yes I did want you but I was fine
Before I knew you

Yes I'm aware that was back
A long time ago
It won't take no time to get where I'm tryin' to go
I'm just gon' get myself back and then level up
But I still need back them calls
And then bezel chump
Sometimes I just think to myself

I shoulda been left
I coulda been crept
You're flirting with death (yeah)
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gon' live with yourself
When I'm fuckin' on somebody else

Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somedy else
I be fuckin' with somedy else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else

I'm bout to move on
To something that's bigger and better
Wait, I hope that you now
What I mean babe when I say it's bigger and better
First I was trying to forget ya
But now it seems it won't take
Nothin' but time to forget you
Don't care if you fine with spilt up (no)
You only mine if I'm with ya (whoa)

I'm pickin' up, movin' up
I gave you chance after chance
You kept doing wrong
Yeah, you kept doing wrong

Now I'm with somebody
Who do the thing you can't do at all
You better call Tyrone
Whatever you do, just don't call my phone

'Cause I got no answers for you
No more chances
And romantic for you, yeah
Now that I think about it

I shoulda been left
I coulda been crept
You're flirting with death (yeah)
Boy, you're flirting with death
Tell me how you gon' live with yourself
When I'm fuckin' on somebody else

Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somedy else
I be fuckin' with somedy else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else

When you hear about it, it's gon kill you
When you see me with him, it's gon kill you
When you think about it, it's gon' kill you
Straight to voicemail, it's gon' kill you
And screenshots, it's gon' kill you
On Instagram with those jeans on and no ring on
It's gon' kill you

Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else

Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else
Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else
I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else
Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else