Cardboard Box

Cardboard Box - FLO

Lyrics by：Jorja Douglas/Renee Downer/Stella Quaresma/Uzoechi Emenike/Savannah Jada

Composed by：Jorja Douglas/Renee Downer/Stella Quaresma/Uzoechi Emenike/Savannah Jada

I got a confession

I don't think

I want you anymore

There's no room for questions

I saw her panties

On the bathroom floor

Been putting up with this

For far too long

You ain't gonna change boy

What's the point

In stringing me along

We're done for real

So I'ma put your

In a cardboard box

Changing my number and

I'm changing the locks

When you can't get in

Oh your heart gon' stop

You may be crying

But boy I'm not

I'ma put your

In a cardboard box

Changing my number and

I'm changing the locks

Never liked your mama so

I guess she's blocked

You may be crying

But boy I'm not

Stressing stressing

Do you hear a stutter

In my words

I see it as a blessing

See it as a blessing

Come take your 'cause you can

Go stay at hers

I hope that she was

Worth my wasted time

But could she do it like I do

You need someone

To put you back in line

So you gon' see what I do

I'ma put your

In a cardboard box

Changing my number

And I'm changing the locks

When you can't get in

Oh your heart gon' stop

Boy you may be crying

But boy I'm not

I'ma put your

In a cardboard box

Changing my number

And I'm changing the locks

Never liked your mama so

I guess she's blocked oh oh

You may be crying

But boy I'm not

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

So I'ma put your jeans next to

The dreams that you sold me

Believe karma is a

B and she guaranteed

Aahhh

So I'ma put your gold chains

Down the drain and your Rollie

Might just drop

A text to your homie

I'ma put your

In a cardboard box

Changing my number

And I'm changing the locks

When you can't get in

Oh your heart gon' stop

You may be crying

But boy I'm not

I'ma put your

In a cardboard box

Changing my number

And I'm changing the locks

Never liked your mama so

I guess she's blocked

You may be crying

But boy I'm not

Jeans next to the

Dreams that you sold me

Might might might might

Just drop a text to your homie

You may be crying

But boy I'm not