Ghosted

Ay pour me a glass
You know, you know these bitches don't last
I just thought we had something going on you know
I guess, it's whatever
I don't need her
I'll be alright yeah

Oh no, she thinks, I think
She's the hoe
Kind of, waiting for a vibe but the speaker broke
Low-key I want it bad left on read no joke
I mean she doesn't owe me shit
Expect maybe that shirt she stole yeah
But that was that one time
She said I hit out the ballpark
Still looking at my phone
I mean she ain't that far
Maybe she got caught up
Watching house of cards
Or maybe she doing some other guy
Nah let's go back to the episodes
Got me wasting my time there my patience goes
Waiting watching her stupid shows ugh

She actually did get me into House of Cards
It's been fucking with my music writing consistency
I was working on a song called vice
Hold up I got to pour another cup
This is actually the second time she does this shit
I think I'm a have to cut her from the team
Last thing she said to me was that she was coming over
No lie I text back a minute later
And she ghosts me
I foolishly message her three more times
Fucking stupid

You didn't reply I don't feel bad
You text me the next day
I text you the next week
Like oh my bad oh now you mad
Don't play like that
She know we just bed mates
Only fuck on occasions
Text me late when you crave it
Limited conversations
So tell me why the fuck
I get mad and go crazy
I usually don't but I'm waiting
Is she late or her phone die
Maybe she had to work
Yeah that's probably why
Check her feed oh she online
Double tap then I unlike
Doesn't care and I strong like
I'll be cool I'll be alright
You're a hoe and I'm done trying
Fuck you
J you know I'm just playing
Come back I miss you



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Writer(s): Daniel Fuentes
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