Don't Need You - Remix
(I said that I don't need you)
Once I left your crazy ass, I took a therapy session
I won't be richest with the wealth, I'll be the richest in blessings
I said
You made a bet today, said I can't leave my bed today
You tapped me on my chest today
Wanna rear your head on a better day
Black dog, black dog, you be barkin', barkin'
I always saw your ass as a hindrance
And you saw me as a target, but
Wait, could this be true?
I don't need you
I don't need you
Ah-ah, wait, wait, this is true
I don't like you
I don't like you
Ah-ah
Can't you see I'm rich?
Same tricks, how'd you do me like that?
Running off with my bag
Same tricks
You ain't shit, how'd you do me like that?
Running off with my bag
You ain't shit
Ah-ah, wait, could this be true?
I don't need you
I don't need you
Ah-ah, wait, could this be true?
I don't like you
I don't like you
(Ah-ah) I said you built like a bozo
And your teeth look decayed
And I moved you to the Chi
So get the fuck out my way
Back of the range, we on the road
Paper to burn, flower to smoke
Shooting my shot, shooting the breeze
Shattered my heart, weak in the knees lately
Now you packing your bag, where did you go?
Safer to run, figures you leave
Gone with the wind, dipped with the weed
Look at me thinking we'd be thicker than thieves
Looking at you looking thicker than grits
Shut a Chi-town kid when you dipped with the shiz
Like she with the shiz, caught your ass again
I'll proceed with the blitz, you ain't throwing no passes
Float like a butterfly, rhyme like Cassius
Style over fashion, curve like a gutter ball
Version's Butterworth, all my niggas asking what happened
It got me like wait, wait
Wait, could this be true?
I don't need you
I don't need you
Goddamn (ah-ah)
Wait, wait, wait this is true (ooh)
I don't like you
I don't like you
Ah-ah
Just wait in the hallway, babe
I don't like the smell of broke
Can't you see I'm rich?
Same tricks, how'd you do me like that?
Running off with my bag
Same tricks
You ain't shit, how'd you do me like that?
Running off with my bag
You ain't shit
Ah-ah, wait, could this be true?
I don't need you
I don't need you
Ah-ah, wait, could this be true?
I don't like you
I don't like you
Ah-ah
Could this be true?
I don't need you
Don't need you
Ah-ah
Could this be true?
I don't like you
I don't like you
Once I left your crazy ass, I took a therapy session
I won't be richest with the wealth, I'll be the richest in blessings
I said
You made a bet today, said I can't leave my bed today
You tapped me on my chest today
Wanna rear your head on a better day
Black dog, black dog, you be barkin', barkin'
I always saw your ass as a hindrance
And you saw me as a target, but
Wait, could this be true?
I don't need you
I don't need you
Ah-ah, wait, wait, this is true
I don't like you
I don't like you
Ah-ah
Can't you see I'm rich?
Same tricks, how'd you do me like that?
Running off with my bag
Same tricks
You ain't shit, how'd you do me like that?
Running off with my bag
You ain't shit
Ah-ah, wait, could this be true?
I don't need you
I don't need you
Ah-ah, wait, could this be true?
I don't like you
I don't like you
(Ah-ah) I said you built like a bozo
And your teeth look decayed
And I moved you to the Chi
So get the fuck out my way
Back of the range, we on the road
Paper to burn, flower to smoke
Shooting my shot, shooting the breeze
Shattered my heart, weak in the knees lately
Now you packing your bag, where did you go?
Safer to run, figures you leave
Gone with the wind, dipped with the weed
Look at me thinking we'd be thicker than thieves
Looking at you looking thicker than grits
Shut a Chi-town kid when you dipped with the shiz
Like she with the shiz, caught your ass again
I'll proceed with the blitz, you ain't throwing no passes
Float like a butterfly, rhyme like Cassius
Style over fashion, curve like a gutter ball
Version's Butterworth, all my niggas asking what happened
It got me like wait, wait
Wait, could this be true?
I don't need you
I don't need you
Goddamn (ah-ah)
Wait, wait, wait this is true (ooh)
I don't like you
I don't like you
Ah-ah
Just wait in the hallway, babe
I don't like the smell of broke
Can't you see I'm rich?
Same tricks, how'd you do me like that?
Running off with my bag
Same tricks
You ain't shit, how'd you do me like that?
Running off with my bag
You ain't shit
Ah-ah, wait, could this be true?
I don't need you
I don't need you
Ah-ah, wait, could this be true?
I don't like you
I don't like you
Ah-ah
Could this be true?
I don't need you
Don't need you
Ah-ah
Could this be true?
I don't like you
I don't like you
Credits
Writer(s): Kirin Callinan, Julian Sudek, Michael Di Francesco, Dave Hammer, Andrew Klippel, Kofi Owusu Ansah
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