WorryBout
(Sorry, can you hear me?)
(Hello? Hello?)
(Talk to me, won't ya, talk to me)
(Talk, talk, talk to me)
Don't wanna talk, wanna talk, baby, no, don't wanna talk
I got, I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
Girl you move fast out my mind
Girl you're moving, girl you're moving
You've been playing me so long
You're winning, but I'm losing
Got a dime, you a dollar, know it's wrong
It ain't enough to make a song bout
It ain't enough to swap right and wrong
But Ima make it real enticing for you
Remember days in the winter when you loved on me
And I reciprocated love for you
I was tryna get the best for you
And now you wanna come and talk to me
Don't wanna talk, wanna talk, baby, no, don't wanna talk
I got, I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
I've got a hundred fucking problems, girl you not one
Let you waste your time with him, girl he's the wrong one
Lie to him and tell him he's everything I'm not
You been thinking bout it lately, you know
How could you not miss it, girl that's crazy you know
Your sorority been fucking with it lately, you know
You been hearing shit about your baby, you know
He done left you, hope that weak shit entertain you
Don't wanna talk, wanna talk, baby, no, don't wanna talk
I got, I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
(Talk to me, yeah, talk to me)
(Baby, talk, baby, talk to me)
(Hello? Hello?)
(Talk to me, won't ya, talk to me)
(Talk, talk, talk to me)
Don't wanna talk, wanna talk, baby, no, don't wanna talk
I got, I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
Girl you move fast out my mind
Girl you're moving, girl you're moving
You've been playing me so long
You're winning, but I'm losing
Got a dime, you a dollar, know it's wrong
It ain't enough to make a song bout
It ain't enough to swap right and wrong
But Ima make it real enticing for you
Remember days in the winter when you loved on me
And I reciprocated love for you
I was tryna get the best for you
And now you wanna come and talk to me
Don't wanna talk, wanna talk, baby, no, don't wanna talk
I got, I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
I've got a hundred fucking problems, girl you not one
Let you waste your time with him, girl he's the wrong one
Lie to him and tell him he's everything I'm not
You been thinking bout it lately, you know
How could you not miss it, girl that's crazy you know
Your sorority been fucking with it lately, you know
You been hearing shit about your baby, you know
He done left you, hope that weak shit entertain you
Don't wanna talk, wanna talk, baby, no, don't wanna talk
I got, I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
I got things I've gotta worry bout
(Talk to me, yeah, talk to me)
(Baby, talk, baby, talk to me)
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Writer(s): Hudson Brown
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