[Intro]
I'm so done with running

[Verse 1]
I just threw up right in my Birkin, you know, the one that you purchased?
I think I did it on purpose 'cause screw you
I know you that you get a lil' nervous that I'm just scratching the surface
Dissecting all of my verses on a loop

[Pre-Chorus]
Scared I'm 'bout to air your shit out on the internet
How you ran out of storage saving all the silhouettes
Wish that wasn't quite so recurrent, got carsick driving the circuit
So now I'm doing a service, give the next girl a deterrent

[Chorus]
I'm so done with running from my exes
All that toxic shit that they keep flexing
Eric, Matthew, Chris, and Nick
Your mom called like, "Sorry my son's such a dick"
I'm so done with running from my exes

[Post-Chorus]
Run, run, run, run
I'm so fucking done, done, done, done
[Verse 2]
Got so many nails in the coffin, like, bitch, you're building a walk-in
And it's surprisingly calming to hear you screaming and clawing
And R-I-P to the dipshits who think they're so damn prolific
With all the rants on commitment, it's giving crickets

[Pre-Chorus]
Scared I'm 'bout to air your shit out
How you get off on fucking around
Probably should've thought that one out
(Probably should've thought that one out)

[Chorus]
I'm so done with running from my exes
All that toxic shit that they keep flexing
Eric, Matthew, Chris, and Nick
Your mom called like, "Sorry my son's such a dick"
I'm so done with running from my exes

[Post-Chorus]
Run, run, run, run
I'm so fucking done, done, done, done