I woke up At 6am And I'm tired Of been along with you again At the bus I'm just cooling down I am sick of romances It's just a matter of fire And in my head it goes Hey nanananananananananana Hey nanananananananananana Hey nananana I throw my exes on them Hey nananana I know the brat can have them Say It easy been self aahhh I running out of exes Why boys can't be like man aahhh I can stand Being the hell over girl aahhh And just one to in to feel my fire And a little bit more aahhh And in my head it goes Hey nananana I throw my exes on them Hey nananana I know the brat can have them Hey nananana I throw my exes on them Hey nananana I know the brat can have them I throw my exes on them I can stand Being the hell over girl aahhh And just one to in to feel my fire And a little bit more And in my head it goes Hey nananana I throw my exes on them Hey nananana I know the brat can have them Hey nananana I throw my exes on them Hey nananana I know the brat can have them Hey nanananananananananana Hey nanananananananananana