Somebody Else [Romanian translation]

[Pre-Chorus]

I shoulda been left

I coulda been crept

You're flirting with death (Yeah)

Boy, you're flirting with death

Tell me how you gon' live with yourself

When I'm fuckin' on somebody else...

[Chorus]

Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else

Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else

I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else

Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else

[Verse 1]

I can't believe it

How many times have I told myself that I would leave

And still I ain't leave you

How many times Imma go back and forth and convince myself I really need you

Fuck that I'm done with that shit

I have no use for excuses

So I may excuse you whenever you come with that shit

Silly of you to think I can't go find me a new you

Cause yes I did want you but I was fine before I knew you

And yes I'm aware that was back a long time ago

It won't take no time to get where I'm tryin' to go

I'm just gon' get myself back and then level up

But I still need back them calls and them bezels chump

Sometimes I just think to myself...

[Pre-Chorus]

I shoulda been left

I coulda been crept

You're flirting with death (Yeah)

Boy, you're flirting with death

Tell me how you gon' live with yourself

When I'm fuckin' on somebody else...

[Chorus]

Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else

Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else

I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else

Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else

[Verse 2]

I'm 'bout to move on to something that's bigger and better

Wait, I hope that you know what I mean babe

When I say it's bigger and better

At first I was tryin' to forget ya

But now it seems it won't take nothin' but time to forget you

Don't care if you fine with the split up (No)

You only mine if I'm with ya (Whoa)

I'm pickin' up, movin' on

I gave you chance after chance

You kept doing wrong

Yeah, you kept doing wrong

Now I'm with somebody who do the things you can't do at all

You better call Tyrone

Whatever you do, just don't call my phone

Cause I got no answers for you

No more chances and romantics for you, yeah

Now that I think about it...

[Pre-Chorus]

I shoulda been left

I coulda been crept

You're flirting with death (Yeah)

Boy, you're flirting with death

Tell me how you gon' live with yourself

When I'm fuckin' on somebody else...

[Chorus]

Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else

Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else

I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else

Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else

[Bridge]

When you hear about it, it's gon kill you

When you see me with him, it's gon kill you

When you think about it, it's gon' kill you

Straight to voicemail, it's gon' kill you

And screenshots, it's gon' kill you

On Instagram with those jeans on and no ring on

It's gon' kill you

[Chorus]

Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else

Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else

I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else

Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else

Fuckin' on somebody else, somebody else

Give this pussy to somebody else, somebody else

I be fuckin' with somebody else, somebody else

Give this lovin' to somebody else, somebody else