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She woke up

Lit a cigarette and put that playlist on

That I made for her when I cared about her

With all her favorite songs

I ain't put my music on it though

She hates the way I talk

About them drugs or the love I lost

But I'm fucked up and too far gone

I'm being honest

You just want those songs to be about you but they not bitch

You just another problem

And I don't need your trauma

It's hard to tell how high I really get when I'm at the bottom

She tried showing off her man to get me jealous so I robbed 'em

She still let me fuck

That's embarrassing as fuck

Or she just really fucking dumb

Either way I'm moving on

Y'all ain't never had the touch

You need them to put you on

How you gonn' get your money up

She fell asleep in the bathtub

With her playlist on

That I made for her when I cared about her

With all her favorite songs

I ain't put my music on it though

She hates the way I talk

About the way we was in love before she gave it fucking up

Lil bitch you lost it

You made this a show and then you left me in the moshpit

Took my clothes and stole my soul you been left me exhausted

Left me low and left me all alone baby you not it

Took that rope and left it on my throat baby you knot it

Heartless heartthrob

Hard times won't stop

She not the one I told y'all

She played me like an old song

I'm in Manta Rey by the ocean with my new bitch givin' me shoulder rubs

We heading back to the city when I sober up

I just lit another cigarette and put that playlist on

That I made for her when I cared about her

With all her favorite songs

I ain't put my music on it though

She hates the way I talk

About them drugs or the love I lost

But I'm fucked up and too far gone I'm being honest

But we past that

She says I lost everything we had but I don't think we ever had that

Fuck shooting shots I want my strap back

Girl you got nowhere left to hide

You a nightmare I got flashbacks

Can't ride with me you need a bus pass

Or you need to learn to pump gas

If you on my mind you trespassed

I need my money back plus tax

Cut you off like mustache

My love for you just rushed past

You wanted a song about you so I made this for your punk ass

She woke up lit a cigarette

And put that playlist on

That I made for her when I cared about her

With all her favorite songs

I ain't put my music on it though

She hates the way I talk

About them drugs or the love I lost

But I'm fucked up and too far gone

I'm being honest

You just want these songs to be about you but they not bitch

You just another problem and I don't need your trauma

Hard to tell how high I really get when I'm at the bottom

She tried showing off her man to get me jealous so I robbed 'em