sike

You don't hit my phone up, what a joke (What a joke)
Your new boyfriend's lame, I hope he chokes
On his pride, on his ego, on his lies, on his free-throws, on your thighs

I'm tired of being alone, but it beats crying on the phone with your sister
I can't find peace, I couldn't love you, I loved me
I was captive, now I'm free
Cloudy mindset, set on me
I don't need you to be happy
Someone else can waste my time
I don't need no toxic bitch, I don't want that kind of life

You don't hit my phone up, what a joke (What a joke)
Your new boyfriend's lame, I hope he chokes
On his pride, on his ego, on his lies, on his free-throws, on your thighs

You were kind, but you lie, you must fuck like every guy
You're so cold, you're such a mess, don't know how to deal with stress
You don't walk, barely tread, empty thoughts inside your head
It's okay if you're scared, hit your boy, I won't be there

You don't hit my phone up, what a joke (What a joke)
Your new boyfriend's lame, I hope he chokes
On his pride, on his ego, on his lies, on his free-throws, on your thighs