Craig Allen Fravel - Faithful 2.0 Lyrics

You can blame it all on me
And I'll pack all of my shit, and I'll leave, baby
You were always the one for me
Handcrafted in my sleepstate in my dreams
But you said f*ck it

Now I'm sittin' in my car, oh
While I'm thinkin' over you, bitch
And I'm thinkin' bout tomorrow
Whether or not I'm gonna make it
And I'm thinkin' to myself
Why does shit always seem to find me, hell
God's got a sick sense of humor like me
Make a mothaf*cka suffer like it's somethin' funny

Now it's on to the next one
Hoping that I find my one love
Instead of ballin' in the trash, ugh
Tinder whores hiding all the good ones
Never want a hood ho
I just want that faithful
And I don't know how long it's gone take
To find yo replacement, y'all cray
But I know that
If I keep my shit on the right track
That I'ma find a good one

Now I'm sittin' in my car, oh
While I'm thinkin' over you, bitch
And I'm thinkin' bout tomorrow
Whether or not I'm gonna make it
And I'm thinkin' to myself
Why does shit always seem to find me, hell
God's got a sick sense of humor like me
Make a mothaf*cka suffer like it's somethin' funny

Sometimes it's just too much ask I guess
But know she's somewhere out there thinkin' the same thing
I just want you to know that I'm gonna find you