Xndr - WHAT HE WANTS Lyrics

(Drama, karma, mama, harma)
(Drama, karma, mama, harma)

I tried to play it cool
I tried to play it nice
I kept my mouth shut
Until he rolled the dice

Excuses, excuses
So full of excuses
Confusion, confusion
Got caught up in confusion

Dagger in my heart
Danger in my scars
He tore what we had apart
And now he's hiding like a fool

The good boy is never good enough
But he likes when I play-play rough
Taste too good he never get enough
Taste too good he never get enough

(Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)
(Baby knows how to drive me crazy)
(Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)
(Now it's my turn)

If he wants the drama
I'll hit up miss karma
And call up his mama
And cause him some harma

If he wants the drama
I'll hit up miss karma
And call up his mama
And cause him some harma

(Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)
(Baby knows how to drive me crazy)
(Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)
(Now it's my turn)

Riddle me this, riddle me that
Could've been his
Could've been bad
When I'm a good boy he don't want that
When I'm a bad boy he shows his ass

He wants to play the game
The one that causes pain
This boy ain't got no shame
Cause he knows that I'm his main

Dagger in my heart (my heart)
Danger in my scars (my scars)
He tore what we had apart
And now he's hiding like a fool

The good boy is never good enough
But he likes when I play-play rough
Taste too good he never get enough
Taste too good he never get enough

(Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)
(Baby knows how to drive me crazy)
Crazy, yeah (Tossing-tossing, turning-turning)
Said, yeah (Now it's my turn to drive that boy crazy)

Said, imma drive (Imma drive him, imma drive him)
Imma drive
(Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy)
Imma drive
(Imma drive him, imma drive him)
Imma drive

If he wants the drama
I'll hit up miss karma
And call up his mama
And cause him some harma

If he wants the drama
I'll hit up miss karma
And call up his mama
And give him some harma