Ne-Yo – Pinky Ring Lyrics
Pinky Ring By Ne-Yo I put thirty to Paris, that’s my version of therapy Leavin’ you with no condition, like don’t [?] the charity Still callin’ my ex, man that s--- is embarrassin’ But it’s not my fault, she got that fire no [?] Mind gone, tap down on the coupe (Skrr) I’m so sick of love songs, I just caught the flu Even when I don’t do no wrong, she think I do So I’m just ’bout to turn what she think into the truth You know I’m a singer, I can write a banger And I’m dressed to kill, it’s murder fresh out the hanger I know that you know I got the bag to blow You better hope, I don’t go savage mode I feel like I’m back from retirement I feel like I’m better than I ever been Right back on the scene like it ain’t a thing She gave back the wedding ring, I turned to a pinky ring Back single and I’m mingling (Back single) Spidey sense, back tingling (Back tingling) I do not feel bad, I gave her everything Now it’s onto better things I put that there on everything O