[Intro: Brytiago]
At home they ask about you, I ask them that I lost you
It was all my fault, I feel so terrible
Make fun of me, rub it in that now you are happy

[Pre-Chorus: Brytiago & Jay Wheeler]
I saw your friend, the one who spoke bad of me
I told her it was my bad, that she was right
Now she makes fun of me
Rubbing it in that now I'm unhappy

[Chorus: Jay Wheeler & Brytiago]
And on my mother I want to forget you, yeah
But more so I want to take your clothes off, baby
This shit has been a process
Give me a break, I’m on it
Even though I'd prefer to wake up to one fo your kisses (Kisses)
And on my mother I want to forget you, yeah
But more so I want to take your clothes off, baby
This shit has been a process
Give me a break, I'm on it
Even though I’d prefer to wake up to one fo your kisses

[Verse 1: Jay Wheeler]
Lo-Lo-Looking at your stories on Instagram
When I go out I forget you
But I come back and I remember you when the days pass
Pictures of you aren{t on my mirror anymore
I want to feel alone now
But I think of you every time I smoke
And I fucking lose it with your memory
If I see you with another guy I'll get mad
Rub it in 'cause I deserve to cry
Before it would hurt, but now you don't care
You became a bitch
And I know it was all my fault
It's a process forgetting your kisses
[Chorus: Brytiago]
And on my mother I want to forget you, yeah
But more so I want to take your clothes off, baby
This shit has been a process
Give me a break, I'm on it
Even though I'd prefer to wake up to one fo your kisses

[Verse 2: Brytiago]
This must be hell
Your mom doesn't say I’m her son-in-law anymore
In my mind, I imagine all the positions
And I feel like a twelve-year-old boyfriend
Just broke up, heart at a thousand
Baby, come here, I want a refill
Right now, you left after I got used to you
I was the first who watched over, now I miss even her hair
If I lost her it was because of jealousy, if you see her, well, tell her
That I want her to come back to me
That I want her to come back to me
I don’t want to Netflix and chill and=ymore
With your meddling friend, I sent you to say

[Chorus: Jay Wheeler & Brytiago]
And on my mother I want to forget you, yeah
But more so I want to take your clothes off, baby
This shit has been a process
Give me a break, I'm on it
Even though I’d prefer to wake up to one fo your kisses
[Outro: Brytiago]
(That I want her to come back to me
That I want her to come back to me)
(Even though I'd prefer to wake up to one fo your kisses)