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Songtexte: Solange. Other. ToldYaSo.


Explosive...
Do-do-do-do-do...
Do-do-do-do-do...
Do-do-do-do-do, do-do...

I know you hate that I think this way;
I know you think that it's wrong of me;
I know that everything's strong today,
But the longer we go, I know the fire will start to fade, fade, fade...
I may be walking to long for this race;
I know you said that you won't do the same...
And so, I'm writing this song so the day
I see I'm right, I'll play this record with a smirk while I say:

I told you so, I told you so...
I told you so, I told you so...

I know you hate that I think this way;
I could be wrong, but the chances ain't great...
I know your calls, your sweet messages,
Will turn lately just to make me smile to plain necessary...
I know your vision your eyes just see me;
But somehow time seems to make it blurry...
And so, I'm writing this song so the day
I see I'm right, I'll play this record while I cry and I say:

I told you so (ooh, baby), I told you so...
I told you so, I told you so...

I know the newness of it all seems right,
But baby I'm no fool, and I got pride;
That happily ever love should just last a while...
I know you think you love me
But love ain't never stopped nobody from creeping around every once in a while,
When things start to settle down;
And so I won't look like a clown, I'ma call it now:

I told you so, I told you so...
I told you so, unless you prove me wrong...

I told you so, I told you so...
I told you so, I told you so...
Solange