Worry Bout You
I got a call from your number
But when I answered it wasn't you
No, it was your little girlfriend
I didn't know you had one
Well, I guess now I do
She said she's worried about me
Cause she heard I'm in deep
And she hurried to tell me
That she'd be there for me
If I ever need
Well tell her
"I'm worried 'bout you, girlfriend
Cause you're fuckin' a man
In his ex wife's bed
When he doesn't even
Understand consent
How ya gonna be
Worried 'bout me?
You should probably
Worry 'bout you, sweetheart
Cause he's getting you tipsy
At the local bar
Hopin' that you're drunk enough
To go too far
Here's what you should do
If you've got a clue:
Worry 'bout you"
I called you back at your number
After I made sure that she was gone
To let you know that she called me
Thought you wouldn't have known that
Well I guess I thought wrong
Said you were worried about me
You told her I'm naive
So she hurried to call me
And say "Hey babygirl
You've got us worried"
Well tell her
"I'm worried 'bout you, girlfriend
Cause you're fuckin' a man
In his ex wife's bed
When he doesn't even
Understand consent
How ya gonna be
Worried 'bout me?
You should probably
Worry 'bout you, sweetheart
Cause he's getting you tipsy
At the local bar
Hopin' that you're drunk enough
To go too far
Here's what you should do
Try to think it through
Worry 'bout you
And I'll try not to
Worry 'bout you
She said the way I'm
Livin' my life is pitiful
And that she'd hate to have to
Go to my funeral
She said "oh girl, look at your body
You're beautiful
You should be showing it off
You should be showing it off"
She told me that she heard
I ran from you out of fear
That loving you would mean
The death of my music career
But all she knows
Are things you want her to hear
The truth would come at the cost
Of her deciding it's off
And you're already suffering
A catastrophic loss
Cause I walked
Cause I walked
Yeah, I walked
Honey I'm worried 'bout your girlfriend
Cause she's been fucking you
In the very bed
Where you took it so far it had to end
Don't worry 'bout me
Honey, I'm free
You should probably
Worry 'bout you, sweetheart
Steada getting tipsy at the local bar
Tryna drink away
How fucking wrong you are
Here's what you should do
If you've got a clue:
Worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
But when I answered it wasn't you
No, it was your little girlfriend
I didn't know you had one
Well, I guess now I do
She said she's worried about me
Cause she heard I'm in deep
And she hurried to tell me
That she'd be there for me
If I ever need
Well tell her
"I'm worried 'bout you, girlfriend
Cause you're fuckin' a man
In his ex wife's bed
When he doesn't even
Understand consent
How ya gonna be
Worried 'bout me?
You should probably
Worry 'bout you, sweetheart
Cause he's getting you tipsy
At the local bar
Hopin' that you're drunk enough
To go too far
Here's what you should do
If you've got a clue:
Worry 'bout you"
I called you back at your number
After I made sure that she was gone
To let you know that she called me
Thought you wouldn't have known that
Well I guess I thought wrong
Said you were worried about me
You told her I'm naive
So she hurried to call me
And say "Hey babygirl
You've got us worried"
Well tell her
"I'm worried 'bout you, girlfriend
Cause you're fuckin' a man
In his ex wife's bed
When he doesn't even
Understand consent
How ya gonna be
Worried 'bout me?
You should probably
Worry 'bout you, sweetheart
Cause he's getting you tipsy
At the local bar
Hopin' that you're drunk enough
To go too far
Here's what you should do
Try to think it through
Worry 'bout you
And I'll try not to
Worry 'bout you
She said the way I'm
Livin' my life is pitiful
And that she'd hate to have to
Go to my funeral
She said "oh girl, look at your body
You're beautiful
You should be showing it off
You should be showing it off"
She told me that she heard
I ran from you out of fear
That loving you would mean
The death of my music career
But all she knows
Are things you want her to hear
The truth would come at the cost
Of her deciding it's off
And you're already suffering
A catastrophic loss
Cause I walked
Cause I walked
Yeah, I walked
Honey I'm worried 'bout your girlfriend
Cause she's been fucking you
In the very bed
Where you took it so far it had to end
Don't worry 'bout me
Honey, I'm free
You should probably
Worry 'bout you, sweetheart
Steada getting tipsy at the local bar
Tryna drink away
How fucking wrong you are
Here's what you should do
If you've got a clue:
Worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
If you've got a clue
Worry, worry 'bout you
Credits
Writer(s): Juliana Parker, Kendra Celise Harris
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