GAF (feat. Guapdad 4000)
It's too many options
But I can't get you on the phone, but that's life
All alone with my Patrón but that's right, I'm
Pathetic, I said it wasn't love, I shouldn't sweat it
I gotta say, new bitch, gotta new whip, the same tricks, I'm
Still falling on the same dick, on the same shit and I'm
I get it, uh, could've come off like you sympathetic
Oh, but when I complain for us, you ain't go
You only stay when I'm unstable
You get me hight but on the way down, I'm down
You kick me every time that I stay down
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
You say, "She's just a friend, don't worry", that's your day one
Used to call me, "Baby", okay, I heard y'all made one
Did you call out my name?
And does she fuck you the same?
Like clockwork, you call me after hours
You think what we do in the dark ain't got no power?
And I strip down for you
Why I can't touch you? Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, but when I complain for us, you ain't go
You only stay when I'm unstable
You get me hight but on the way down, I'm down
You kick me every time that I stay down
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
You said you tired of my lifestyle
I never call you sober (Never, yeah)
What more do you expect? My cup runneth over (I'm bored)
I suggest you get rid of bruh that's been coming over (I'm gone)
I got some fine wine, some condoms and some Bossa Nova
I know you care about (Yeah), all my whereabouts (Where)
But that's some shit that I'm not sharing out (No)
Unless I'm live in the studio (Yeah), survive in the studio (Yeah)
Dummy a, uh, when I report your liked photos from years ago
I was OT but I'm back in the city though
Matching the colors like Fabolous videos
Back with a MAC in the back and it's really long
I was a ho but I'm really known
That pussy good
I swear to God I put it in foil then bring it home (Damn)
And eat that coochie to myself when I feel alone, it's comfort food
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
But I can't get you on the phone, but that's life
All alone with my Patrón but that's right, I'm
Pathetic, I said it wasn't love, I shouldn't sweat it
I gotta say, new bitch, gotta new whip, the same tricks, I'm
Still falling on the same dick, on the same shit and I'm
I get it, uh, could've come off like you sympathetic
Oh, but when I complain for us, you ain't go
You only stay when I'm unstable
You get me hight but on the way down, I'm down
You kick me every time that I stay down
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
You say, "She's just a friend, don't worry", that's your day one
Used to call me, "Baby", okay, I heard y'all made one
Did you call out my name?
And does she fuck you the same?
Like clockwork, you call me after hours
You think what we do in the dark ain't got no power?
And I strip down for you
Why I can't touch you? Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, but when I complain for us, you ain't go
You only stay when I'm unstable
You get me hight but on the way down, I'm down
You kick me every time that I stay down
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
You said you tired of my lifestyle
I never call you sober (Never, yeah)
What more do you expect? My cup runneth over (I'm bored)
I suggest you get rid of bruh that's been coming over (I'm gone)
I got some fine wine, some condoms and some Bossa Nova
I know you care about (Yeah), all my whereabouts (Where)
But that's some shit that I'm not sharing out (No)
Unless I'm live in the studio (Yeah), survive in the studio (Yeah)
Dummy a, uh, when I report your liked photos from years ago
I was OT but I'm back in the city though
Matching the colors like Fabolous videos
Back with a MAC in the back and it's really long
I was a ho but I'm really known
That pussy good
I swear to God I put it in foil then bring it home (Damn)
And eat that coochie to myself when I feel alone, it's comfort food
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
I wish I didn't give a fuck about you
Credits
Writer(s): Khari Cain, Lindsay Gilbert, Brianna Ashleigh Stevenson, Carole King, Gerald Goffin, Roosevelt Iii Harrell, Akeem Douglas Hayes
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