Cardboard Box (Explicit)

Cardboard Box (Explicit) - FLO

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

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

Stella：

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 of stringing me along

We're done for real

All：

So I'ma put your s**t 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 s**t in a cardboard box

Changing my number and I'm changing the locks

Never liked your momma so I guess she's blocked

You may be crying but boy I'm not

Jorja：

Stressing

Stressing

Do you hear a stutter in my words

I see it as a blessing

See it as a blessing

Come take your s**t '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 inline

So you gon' see what I'll do

All：

I'ma put your s**t 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 s**t in a cardboard box

Changing my number and I'm changing the locks

Never liked your momma so I guess she's blocked

You may be crying but boy I'm not

Renée：

So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me

Believe karma is a B and she gon' teach

Said I'ma put your gold chains down the drain and your Roley

Might just drop a text to your homie

All：

I'ma put your s**t 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 s**t in a cardboard box

Changing my number and I'm changing the locks

Never liked your momma so I guess she's blocked

You may be crying but boy I'm not

So I'ma put your jeans next to the dreams that you sold me

Mi-mi-mi-might just drop a text to your homie

You may be crying but boy I'm not