you know it

Open windows and pedals of roses on sheets
yea laying there, late drives to the beach
Like damn I just met you last week
I threw your shit in the trash
I hope you never come back don't even bother to ask
I won't pick up the phone when you're feeling alone
Couldn't pay me to give a fuck about you
Tell that bitch whatever she wants to hear
I know it's not true
She's probably taking pictures begging him to post it
Deleting bitches out his phone like I always did
I'm in his head while she's giving him head and you know it.
Blocking your number and throwing a fit
I know you miss that shit
We would make up in hours
That song you're playing, it was ours
I'm in your head while she's up in your bed and you know it
Couldn't pay me to give a fuck about you
Tell that bitch whatever she wants to hear
I know it's not true
And fuck you



Credits
Writer(s): Karina Forman
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