Lyrics by：Solána Rowe/Rob Bisel/Carter Lang
Composed by：Solána Rowe/Rob Bisel/Carter Lang
I'm still a fan even though I was salty
Hate to see you with some other broad know you happy
Hate to see you happy if I'm not the one drivin'
I'm so mature
I'm so mature
I'm so mature
Got me a therapist to tell me there's other men I don't want none
I just want you
If I can't have you no one should
I might I might kill my ex not the best idea
His new girlfriend's next how'd I get here
I might kill my ex I still love him though
Rather be in jail than alone
I get the sense that it's a lost cause
I get the sense that you might really love her
The text gon' be evidence
This text is evidence
I try to ration with you no murders no crimes of passion but d**n
You was out of reach
You was at the farmers market with your perfect peach
Now I'm in amazement playin' on my patience
Now you laying face down got me sayin' over a beat
I'm so mature
I'm so mature
I'm so mature
Got me a therapist to tell me there's other men I don't want none
I just want you
If I can't have you no one will
I might kill my ex not the best idea
His new girlfriend's next how'd I get here
I might kill my ex I still love him though
Rather be in jail than alone
I did it all for love
I did it all on no d**gs
I did it all of this sober
I did it all for us oh
I did it all for love
I did it all of this on no d**gs
I did it all of this sober
Don't you know I did it all for us
Oh I just killed my ex not the best idea
Killed his girlfriend next how'd I get here
I just killed my ex I still love him though
Rather be in hell than alone
