WHY BOTHER? ft. lonestar* Lyrics

Top dollar, I'll pay for you

Top dollar, whatever you want, my lover

I know you tried to leave, but it ain't no one that love you

Just how I be, yeah-yeah

Why bother? You ain't on my team

You ain't on my team

Stressed out, that's to say the least

Caught up in between all the lies and scars that you left,

But I don't bleed

When you left me in the dark

I learned to see (learned to see)

When you left me in the dark

Whoa-oh

Yeah-yeah, I

I learned to see

I learned to see, oh, I

I learned to see

It's so under me,

She ain't nun to me, oh

Whoa-oh

Yeah, I

Whoa-oh

Yeah, I

Bet on myself, what's the over-under

Look at my wrist, go Arctic Plunder

Feel like I'm living in a sixth sense

Me and the gang the seven wonders

Drive the whip blind like Stevie Wonder

When I'm all by myself, I don't know where to go

Sometimes I sit and wonder

In the stu with my bong I'm inhaling the smoke

It's Margiela when I'm steppin' I'm the flyest in the room

I don't like none of that talkin', finna put a bitch on mute

Never done I done hit the rebuttal

Count racks, I can make shit double (go)

Came back, I've been countin' the racks (go)

Tinted my windows I went undercover

Bet on myself, what's the over-under

Look at my wrist, go Arctic Plunder

Feel like I'm living in a sixth sense

Me and the gang the seven wonders

Drive the whip blind like Stevie Wonder

When I'm all by myself, I don't know where to go

Sometimes I sit and wonder

In the stu with my bong I'm inhaling the smoke

Yeah, hand on the smoke

I'm countin' money, she touchin' her toes

I'm countin' money wherever I go

You tryna act dumb, get the fuck out my phone

I'm in the back room, makin' hits with my bros

Bathroom, she be topping me

I'm on the 6th floor, on the balcony

Smoking enjoying my clarity

You act a bozo

I got Chanel on me like it's Coco (you was what?)

Wasting your money on promo

I gotta goal, got me a four door

I, Used to record on De Soto

Panic, then you went flipped the canoe

Take a Xanny, I'm finna walk on the moon

With your granny, smokin' a blunt at the zoo

You annoying like kid with kazoo

I was tryna talk but you all in a mood

I'm with the gang at a ocean view

What you gon' do

Don't even know if it's cool

My bro play with sticks, but he not playin' pool

Finna rock the whole show till I puke

I can't compete with nobody but me

Cause I only compete with myself, that's the truth

Matter of fact, might as well put you on mute

Matter of fact, rollin' one up in the coupe

Tryna light up as I walk in the booth

Blind like a bat in the room

Burn, just like you fired a fool

Bro by the box, if you actin' a tool

And she brought four friends

Got me straying away till the rope ends

Woke up in Italy, drivin' a moped

She be in the vicinity, givin' me dumb head

Bet on myself, what's the over-under

Look at my wrist, go Arctic Plunder

Feel like I'm living in a sixth sense

Me and the gang the seven wonders

Drive the whip blind like Stevie Wonder

When I'm all by myself, I don't know where to go

Sometimes I sit and wonder

In the stu with my bong I'm inhaling the smoke

It's Margiela when I'm steppin' I'm the flyest in the room

I don't like none of that talkin', finna put a bitch on mute

Never done I done hit the rebuttle

Count racks, I can make shit double (go)

Came back, I've been countin' the racks (go)

Tinted my windows I went undercover

Bet on myself, what's the over-under

Look at my wrist, go Arctic Plunder

Feel like I'm living in a sixth sense

Me and the gang the seven wonders

Drive the whip blind like Stevie Wonder

When I'm all by myself, I don't know where to go

Sometimes I sit and wonder

In the stu with my bong I'm inhaling the smoke