2 Million Secrets

(Remo the Hitmaker)
(Ugh)
(It's a confessional, uh-huh)

Have you ever, ever got caught
Talkin' blood red-handed?
Damn, I ain't as smooth as I thought (type shit)
Talkin' each and every single lie
Everyone that you told
Played out on the phone that she found in your bag
And a couple of graphic videos (oh, no)
She saw it all
She saw things she can't unsee
No way that I could deny that it was me (it was me)

So now I'm (uh)
Drinkin' a little more frequent
Smokin' a little more lately
I kept two million secrets
She got every reason to hate me
'Cause I played with her heart
She got every reason to hate me
And it's tearin' me apart
'Cause she got every reason, ayy
So now I'm
Drinkin' a little more frequent
Smokin' a little more lately
I kept two million secrets
She got every reason to hate me, yeah
I don't blame you for hatin' me
She got every reason to hate me
I don't blame you for hatin' me, yeah

But how you gon' act like
I wasn't someone you could run to? (Someone you could run to) mm
All you had to do was tell me what you wanted
You know I was gon' come through
Like I'm supposed to
Never held you to your duties as a wife
Let you do what you want to (you want to)
'Cause I had a couple in the background
Down to give me what I couldn't get from you
That ain't an excuse, I made a promise
And then I hurt you
I'm really sorry to be honest for once
I know this is difficult to work through

And that's why I'm
Drinkin' a little more frequent
Smokin' a little more lately
I kept two million secrets
And she got every reason to hate me
'Cause I played with her heart
She got every reason to hate me
And it's tearin' me apart
She got every reason, ayy
So now I'm drinkin' a little more frequent
Smokin' a little more lately
I kept two million secrets
She got every reason to hate me, yeah
I don't blame you for hatin' me
She got every reason to hate me, yeah
I don't blame you for hatin' me, yeah