FLO - Cardboard Box lyrics
FLO [Jorja Douglas, Stella Quaresma, Renée Downer] London, England 🇬🇧
[FLO - Cardboard Box lyrics]
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
So I'mma put your shit
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'mma put your shit
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
Stressing (Stressing)
Do you hear
A stutter in my words?
I see it as a blessing
(See it as a blessing)
Come take your shit
'cause you can go stay at hers
I hope that shit was worth
My wasted timе
How could she do it like I do
You need someonе
To put you back in line
So you gon' see what I do
I'mma put your shit
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
(Boy you may be crying
But I'm not)
I'mma put your shit
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'mma put your jeans next
To the dreams that you sold me
Believe karma is a B and she [?]
So I'mma put your gold chains down
The drain and your rollie
Might just drop a text to your homie
I'mma put your shit
In a cardboard box
Changing my number
And I'm changing the locks
(Changing the locks, yeah)
When you can't get in oh
Your heart gon' stop
You may be crying
But boy I'm not
I'mma put your shit
In a cardboard box
Changing my number
And I'm changing the locks (Locks)
Never liked your momma
So I guess she's blocked (She's blocked)
You may be crying
But boy I'm not
(Jeans next to the dreams
That you sold me
Just drop a text to your homie)
You may be crying
But boy I'm not
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
So I'mma put your shit
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'mma put your shit
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
Stressing (Stressing)
Do you hear
A stutter in my words?
I see it as a blessing
(See it as a blessing)
Come take your shit
'cause you can go stay at hers
I hope that shit was worth
My wasted timе
How could she do it like I do
You need someonе
To put you back in line
So you gon' see what I do
I'mma put your shit
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
(Boy you may be crying
But I'm not)
I'mma put your shit
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'mma put your jeans next
To the dreams that you sold me
Believe karma is a B and she [?]
So I'mma put your gold chains down
The drain and your rollie
Might just drop a text to your homie
I'mma put your shit
In a cardboard box
Changing my number
And I'm changing the locks
(Changing the locks, yeah)
When you can't get in oh
Your heart gon' stop
You may be crying
But boy I'm not
I'mma put your shit
In a cardboard box
Changing my number
And I'm changing the locks (Locks)
Never liked your momma
So I guess she's blocked (She's blocked)
You may be crying
But boy I'm not
(Jeans next to the dreams
That you sold me
Just drop a text to your homie)
You may be crying
But boy I'm not