goat ft. Dyingcondones Lyrics

I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings!

Sorry I ain't pickin' up the phone

Oh, you've been out all night?

I don't wanna know

It feels like it's been months but you left two weeks ago

And everytime I see you I don't even say hello

Like damn, why you call me now, unblocked my number?

I know you've been thinkin' 'bout me, talkin' to my mother

I just blow this pain away, yea, it just help me slumber

I hope you know I hate you, the way that you put me under

'Cause all I do is think about you, I can't even wonder

I miss who I thought you were, but not who you're becomin'

White ho wanna fuck, I said, "I'll call you in the summer"

Now she blowin' up my phone, I said, "I'll pass you to my brother"

Like damn, now it feel like I'm chasin' a ghost

Baby, now I think about it, I'm better than most

Yea, just stalk me on IG, I know you see me by the coast

At a table with some labels, now they callin' me the GOAT

At the table with my momma, she preachin' my ass a toast

Tellin' me don't lose myself, I said, "Momma I won't"

Yea, she tellin me, "Don't trust no bitch" I said, "Momma, I know"

Now my new ho say pull over, brodie tellin' me to go

It's on control

Sorry I ain't pickin' up the phone

Oh, you've been out all night?

I don't wanna know

It feels like it's been months but you left two weeks ago

And everytime I see you I don't even say hello

Huh, you said you really wanted me, but never wanted throat

Huh, I guess I gotta give it up 'cause I'm a asshole

Huh, now you say you don't believe in me, but now your eyes closed

Huh, I can never trust in no bitch, I cannot save hoes

Just keep on goin, ho (Hell yea)

My heart is really closed

Yea, where your blindfold?

Don't wanna see you, ho

There's so much lies about you, don't ever know what's true

Huh, now you gotta go up, baby, you kinda slow (Baby, you kinda slow)

This is your own lifetime

You just wanna live it, but despite mine

Yea, baby, I can't leave you in your high mind

Bitch just gotta change that attitude and your right mind

Sorry I ain't pickin' up the phone

Oh, you've been out all night?

I don't wanna know

It feels like it's been months but you left two weeks ago

And everytime I see you I don't even say hello

Like, sorry I ain't pickin' up the phone

Oh, you've been out all night?

I don't wanna know

It feels like it's been months but you left two weeks ago

And everytime I see you I don't even say hello, like damn

I done been through some real tough shit, huh

Why your bitch, she keep lookin' at my wrist, huh, huh

Yea, this clock is frozen, this some real shit, huh, yea

She want rich sex, I give that good d-

Yea, she take it good