Letra de ' You so dumb ' de Tank and the Bangas

You so dumb, you so silly girl
You’re waiting for a call

Around 1230, I'm feeling well dumb
I'm feeling well naive, feeling so young
Should I go by his house
Pretend I left my scarf, go in his neighborhood
And say I got lost (is getting dark)
WTF are you doing?
Do you know who you are?
You don't went by his house? You forgot your heart?
Do you know what you're doing?
Do you know who you are?
You don't went by his house? You forgot your heart

You so dumb, you so silly girl
You’re waiting for a call

You’re sitting at home listening to Keyshia Cole, Anita Baker
Aretha Franklin and Sarah McLachlan
You’re listening to it on replay
You let those old CD’s skips and play out to your weak spot
You told me that it sounded similar to your heart breaking under a cassette player
Now, you did not want to go out with your girlfriends last night
You thought it would be best if you took a stroll down memory lane
So, you let your photo album shaped bed
The cradle you like his arms once dead
Those pillows pretended to be his shoulders
His shoes that walked all over your self esteem are still perfectly placed in the corner
You hang them next to your expectations of that failed relationship
And just like those hangers, you're still holding on
Now, I heard his Gym bag’s still in your closet
I heard that his cologne is still in your cabinet
Girl, I could pretty much smell him all over your apartment
And pretty soon, there will be no room to move anyone else in with his belongings in the middle of your walkway
Yo, someday you'll have to get rid of the memories underneath your bed
Now, his phone number is Morris Code memorized in the back of your head
And your pride is sitting on the edge of the bed, daring to jump over and call him
Quick, save her
Cannot afford for him to hear the pathetic in your voice
She is threatening to pick up the car keys that you hid behind your heart
And you drive by his house
Do a quick little drive by
Now, you need to sit out, cause they gonna have, like, another car
That car, that girl
But that car belonged to a girl named Brittany he met on Instagram
You don't wanna go over there
You don't wanna go over there
Sit out on your spaceship of a sofa
It's gonna take you places too
Forget memory lane, bitch
This memory highway
Watch out for the exits
Remember, remember but also forget that his clothes
They, man, his clothes, they always smells like fresh laundry
Forget him
And go wash your sheets
Stop bleeding for him
He did not want the baby
Remind yourself that as a woman, you were only shelter
But you gotta cave in
You gotta forgive him
You need to go to red box, rent dramas and thrillers
You know, like, never forget the face of your killer
Watch Freddie, watch Jason
Watch how certain victims got away from him
You gotta learn them and follow the escape strategy
Because the next time he comes for you and your precious heart
Well, you gotta be ready

You so dumb, you so silly girl
You’re waiting for a call

Around 1230, I'm feeling well dumb
I'm feeling well naive, feeling so young
Should I go by his house
Pretend I left my scarf, go in his neighborhood
And say I got lost (is getting dark)
WTF am I doing?
Do I know whose I are?
I do went by his house? I forgot my heart?
Do I know what I'm doing?

Do I know whose I are?