I Don't Rly Like U
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
Ya, whoo
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
I'm high so I can't feel my body
She sending naked pics like she want me
That fake confidence is like a hobbie
But you're not confident I think you're just cocky
November made me cry
December made me shy
When January hit I could have sworn that I would die
I think a girl like you would really help
I'm getting pretty bored living in hell
Fuck
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
Ya, whoo
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
It's hard to find someone that cares
They too obsessed with what you wear
Ask me 'bout my fucking day
Stop asking question 'bout my hair
And I get anxious when I smoke
I met a girl from down the road
She had a thing for getting choked
Too much whiskey in her throat
Sing it again
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
Ya, ah
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
Ya
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
Ya, whoo
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
I'm high so I can't feel my body
She sending naked pics like she want me
That fake confidence is like a hobbie
But you're not confident I think you're just cocky
November made me cry
December made me shy
When January hit I could have sworn that I would die
I think a girl like you would really help
I'm getting pretty bored living in hell
Fuck
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
Ya, whoo
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
It's hard to find someone that cares
They too obsessed with what you wear
Ask me 'bout my fucking day
Stop asking question 'bout my hair
And I get anxious when I smoke
I met a girl from down the road
She had a thing for getting choked
Too much whiskey in her throat
Sing it again
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
Ya, ah
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
You don't really like me
I don't really like you
We're just really lonely
We don't got nothing to do, ooh
Ya
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Writer(s): Tucker Harrington Pillsbury, Owen Ardell
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