Gucci sweaters, old love letters
Hurt myself tryna make you better
And I hate em now
Yeah I really hate em now
God almighty, * up psyche
Love yourself more than anybody
Is that working out?
Yeah tell me how that's working out
I bought all your birthday cards
Threw your * out in the yard by the way,
by the way,
by the way
Yeah you ain't no fun style baby Yeah you are
kinda lazy and I was always faking with you
Yeah you ain't no fun style baby Yeah you are
kinda lazy and I was always faking with you
I feel sorry for the next girl Cause you'll never be rocking her
Well does it make you mad?
Oh tell me does it make you mad?
You walk around too big for your head
But you got nothing that you're packing
Does it make you sad?
Oh tell me does it make you sad?
I hate all your stupid friends You act
like you're one of them by the way,
by the way,
by the way Yeah you ain't no fun style baby
Yeah you are kinda lazy and I was always faking with you
Yeah you ain't no fun style baby Yeah you
are kinda lazy and I was always faking
with you
Come pick up your clothes, you know how it
goes,
we're over I promise I'm good,
I don't really need the
closure Now you're the ex so don't try to text me
this late Don't flatter yourself,
we both know it wasn't
that great Yeah you ain't no fun style baby
Yeah you are kinda lazy and I was always faking with you
Yeah you ain't no fun style baby Yeah you are kinda
lazy and I was always faking with you