Roots Music Report

Credits:

Lyrics

Chorus:
I’m so ashamed
I’m so ashamed
I’m so ashamed
I let you run your games

Oh,
I’m so ashamed
Oh,
that I let you run your games

Verse 1:
The other night
I ran into my ex-boyfriend
You know the type, the type
That you never, ever, ever wanna see again

He was such a dirty so and so
Lord I had to let him go
‘Cuz he the type, the type, that try to sleep with your,
With your mama, your sister, your cousin, and even your uncles too,
If you let him, there ain’t nothin’ this man won’t do
Put lipstick on a pig, he’ll try to mess with that too

But tonight, he comes in looking just right
Lord he my kryptonite

Chorus:

I’m ashamed, shamed, shamed
I’m so ashamed
I’m ashamed, shamed, shamed
I let you run your games

Oh,
I’m so ashamed
Oh,
that I let you run your games

Verse 2:
His smile was heavenly divine
Oh lord, he sure was fine
He gets finer, and finer with age
Like a fine wine

I try to resist, I try to fight
But as I said, he’s my kryptonite
Don’t know why he drives me insane
I think he done messed with my brain

‘Cuz five o-clock the next morning
He’s got me doing the walk of shame

Chorus:
I’m ashamed, shamed, shamed
I’m so ashamed
I’m ashamed, shamed, shamed
I let you run your games

Oh,
I’m so ashamed
Oh,
That I let you run your games

Outro:
I’m ashamed, shamed, shamed
Oh, he done mess with my brain
I hate him, I love him, I hate him, I love him, I-oh woah yeah
I’m so ashamed