Goddamn
Yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Link, yeah yeah
Yeah, aye, yeah
Haven't felt like this in so long, god damn
Booted off the gas, I'm gone, god damn
Miss when you would listen to my song, god damn
Now I'm always venting to my mom, god damn
I'm a fuck up, so guess what, I fuck up
Pussy boy, talking, tell that boy shut the fuck up
Tough talk on insta but I bet you won't run up
Get your bands up, pussy boy get your funds up
I've been staring at the ceiling, 3 days straight
I can only imagine all the problems I can make
But I'm hatin' it
Please just say my name again
Shawty what your statement is
Hate me and I'm hating it
Hate it when you faking it
Gotta let you go, yeah
Got my body moving slow, aye
I'm so selfish, I want you
And I hate when it's not you
Really can't believe I got you
You were so precious, but I dropped you
I'm so selfish, I want you
And I hate when it's not you
Really can't believe I got you
You were so precious, but I dropped you
Haven't felt like this in so long, god damn
Booted off the gas, I'm gone, god damn
Miss when you would listen to my song, god damn
Now I'm always venting to my mom, god damn
I'm a fuck up, so guess what, I fuck up
Pussy boy, talking, tell that boy shut the fuck up
Tough talk on insta but I bet you won't run up
Get your bands up, pussy boy get your funds up
Yeah yeah, yeah
Link, yeah yeah
Yeah, aye, yeah
Haven't felt like this in so long, god damn
Booted off the gas, I'm gone, god damn
Miss when you would listen to my song, god damn
Now I'm always venting to my mom, god damn
I'm a fuck up, so guess what, I fuck up
Pussy boy, talking, tell that boy shut the fuck up
Tough talk on insta but I bet you won't run up
Get your bands up, pussy boy get your funds up
I've been staring at the ceiling, 3 days straight
I can only imagine all the problems I can make
But I'm hatin' it
Please just say my name again
Shawty what your statement is
Hate me and I'm hating it
Hate it when you faking it
Gotta let you go, yeah
Got my body moving slow, aye
I'm so selfish, I want you
And I hate when it's not you
Really can't believe I got you
You were so precious, but I dropped you
I'm so selfish, I want you
And I hate when it's not you
Really can't believe I got you
You were so precious, but I dropped you
Haven't felt like this in so long, god damn
Booted off the gas, I'm gone, god damn
Miss when you would listen to my song, god damn
Now I'm always venting to my mom, god damn
I'm a fuck up, so guess what, I fuck up
Pussy boy, talking, tell that boy shut the fuck up
Tough talk on insta but I bet you won't run up
Get your bands up, pussy boy get your funds up
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Writer(s): Jack Cullen
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