Your heart got f*cked and now it's fully recovered
With one night of perreo and alcohol
She doesn't want to visit the doctor
Her friends say, 'yes,' she says, 'no'
The weekend comes and she starts to remember
That shrapnel in her heart is buried
They broke her heart with a gun
She was f*cked up inside, she fixed herself on her own
In the club packed, sweaty
Party and bottle service, the babe came to grind
They broke her heart with a gun
She was f*cked up inside, she fixed herself alone
She was lost, this was growing since the day that sh*t went down
She didn't know if she would get out of that f*cking relationship
Monotony, now she puts on a skirt, posts a pic in New York
Through Milan, through Paris, but the babe is mine now
One shot, two shots, one hit
Never low-key, always lit
And she starts to remember the shrapnel
They broke her heart with a gun
She was f*cked up inside, she fixed herself on her own
In the club packed, sweaty
Party and bottle service, the babe came to grind
They broke her heart with a gun
She was f*cked up inside, she fixed herself alone