Seven Years

Rival (rival)
And I ain't even do nun'
You're the one who came back sayin' you would prove somethin'
But, you never proved nothin', just that you was phony
You came with the taco truck, ain't really tryna hold me
Seven years, seven years, we're in love crunching numbers
You really thought that we would go get married by the summer
Ooh, that's shit's a bummer, I mean, sike
You was talking love I wasn't even sure 'bout, like
I mean fuck all of the history, ain't mean shit to me
It ain't mean to shit to you when you did what you did to me
I thought that we was fi-I-I-ine
Now you start to feel threatened, crossing lines