Camila Cabello, Drake Uuugly

Ayy, yeah CC, they want me to break it down CC, they need me to break it down Lemme go break it down We should just take the things I say as truth There's not a measurin’ tape long enough that could measure the distance that I went for you Please don't make me, please don't make me Don’t make me pull out these credit card statements and show you the proof It'll get ugly, uhh, ugly This heart was broken a long time ago My blood, it pumps from my hungover liver, then straight to my bones Taught you everything you know Just for your new link to think you a pro What does he know? What does he really know? Two hands on your waist One hand on my face For someone so lost in life, you always manage to end up at my place Trying me Trying me (Trying me) Trying me, trying me Ugly It'll get ugly