Mantrum Lyrics by Boys World is a New English song sung by popular girl group Boys World. Lyrics of this song are penned down by Lillian Kay and music produced by Gingerbread.
Song Details
Singer : Boys World
Lyrics : Olivia Ruby, Lillian Kay, Elana Caceres
Music : Simone Torres, Gingerbread
Mantrum Lyrics
Yeah, he blew my phone up at a party
Thinkin’ I’ll leave with anybody
Your apologies are overdue (Mm-hm)
I blocked your number, who are you?
And I won’t lie, I always knew you’d come around (Around, around)
The joke’s on you, ’cause I’m the one who’s laughing now
Who’s sorry sorry
Who’s sorry sorry now?
La da-di da-di
La da-di da-di ha ha
Boy, I ain’t your mama, pull your pants up
‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of these mantrums
Who’s sorry sorry
Who’s sorry sorry now?
La da-di da-di
La da-di da-di ha ha
Boy, I ain’t your mama, pull your pants up (Pull your pants up)
‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of these mantrums
Don’t get it twisted
You’re steady tweetin’ on your feed like I’m the villain (The villain)
Boy, we finished
Don’t make me talk about all the times I never finished
We talking minutes? Girl, wait a minute
Always kept it a 100
Birthday cake out the oven
Anything that he wanted
Turns out I was dummin’
Back then I can’t lie, your girl was strugglin’
But now I’m waking up like a brand new woman
And I won’t lie, I always knew you’d come around (Around, around)
The joke’s on you, ’cause I’m the one who’s laughing now, yeah
Who’s sorry sorry
Who’s sorry sorry now?
La da-di da-di
La da-di da-di ha ha
Boy, I ain’t your mama, pull your pants up
‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of these mantrums
Who’s sorry sorry
Who’s sorry sorry now
La da-di da-di
La da-di da-di ha ha
Boy, I ain’t your mama, pull your pants up
‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of these mantrums
Part of me still loves you (Boo-hoo)
Now mostly I’m just thankful (Mwah)
Who’s sorry sorry
Who’s sorry sorry now?
La da-di da-di
La da-di da-di ha ha
Boy, I ain’t your mama, pull your pants up
‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of these mantrums (I’m so sick and tired of these mantrums)
Who’s sorry sorry
Who’s sorry sorry now?
La da-di da-di
La da-di da-di ha ha
Boy, I ain’t your mama, pull your pants up
(I ain’t your mama)
‘Cause I’m so sick and tired of these mantrums
So c’mon lemme see them hands up
(Let me see ’em, let me see ’em)
If you sick and tired of mantrums
(If you’re tired)
If he call, don’t give no time a day
If you sick and tired of mantrums