F**k It (I Don't Want You Back)
See, I don't. know why. I liked you so much,
I gave you all of my trust.
I told you. I loved you.
Now that's all down the drain.
You put me through pain.
I wanna let you know how I feel.
fuck what I said. It don't mean shit now.
fuck the presents, might as well throw 'em out.
fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack.
fuck you, you hoe. I don't want you back. (x2)
You thought. you could. Keep this shit from me.
Yeah, you burned bitch. I heard the story.
You played me. You even gave him head.
Now you're asking for me back.
You're just another hag.
Look elsewhere 'cause you're done with me.
fuck what I said. It don't mean shit now.
fuck the presents, might as well throw 'em out.
fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack.
fuck you, you hoe. I don't want you back. (x2)
You questioned. Did I care?
You can ask anyone. I even said you were my great one.
Now it's. over.
But I do admit I'm sad.
It hurts real bad.
I can't sweat that cos I loved a hoe.
fuck what I said. It don't mean shit now.
fuck the presents, might as well throw 'em out.
fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack.
fuck you, you hoe. I don't want you back.
I gave you all of my trust.
I told you. I loved you.
Now that's all down the drain.
You put me through pain.
I wanna let you know how I feel.
fuck what I said. It don't mean shit now.
fuck the presents, might as well throw 'em out.
fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack.
fuck you, you hoe. I don't want you back. (x2)
You thought. you could. Keep this shit from me.
Yeah, you burned bitch. I heard the story.
You played me. You even gave him head.
Now you're asking for me back.
You're just another hag.
Look elsewhere 'cause you're done with me.
fuck what I said. It don't mean shit now.
fuck the presents, might as well throw 'em out.
fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack.
fuck you, you hoe. I don't want you back. (x2)
You questioned. Did I care?
You can ask anyone. I even said you were my great one.
Now it's. over.
But I do admit I'm sad.
It hurts real bad.
I can't sweat that cos I loved a hoe.
fuck what I said. It don't mean shit now.
fuck the presents, might as well throw 'em out.
fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack.
fuck you, you hoe. I don't want you back.
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Writer(s): Mark Passy, Eamon Jonathan Doyle, Kirk Steid Robinson
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