IDC

Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yeah

Pull up in the truck, I'm late, yeah
Thinkin' 'bout all the bands I'm yet to make and
I was lookin' for you in the crowd, dipped out
I'ma put this shit on play, with or without you

Without you, without you
Do I give a shit about you?
Fuckin' lil' bitch, I'ma devour you
Castin' spells like I never had no values

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mom, little sister and your dad too
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

At the back of the show, I'm waitin'
Scrollin' through my phone in vain when
I get a text sayin', "Y'all want in for free?"
These little bitches don't know anything about me

About me? That's funny
I remember when they called me ugly
Now I'm sittin' front row at the runway
Wilhelmina models steady tryna fuck me

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mom, little sister, and your dad too
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

You geekin', I don't wanna see you
Playin' big shows, sellin' out venues
Like a rock star, pull up in the black car
While you're blacked out back at your mom's house

I tried to give myself reason
But I think our trust lost meanin'
Guess they noticed that I'm freezin'
All on your knees and pleadin'

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, fuck you
Does it look like I care about you?
Fuck your mom, little sister and your dad too
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

(You lost out, I don't wanna listen)
Kept my eyes straight and my vision
Can miss me with your inhibitions
Focused on me, I'ma detox that shit
Where were you when I fell?

Now I'm up, everybody callin' my cell
Decline, I'm doin' what I wanna do
I'ma bool hard in an apartment with a fuckin' view
Bool hard in an apartment with a fuckin' view



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Reis, Daine Wright
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