Who Cares

I wish you could call but I'm stupid
 'Cause I know you don't really give a fuck bout me
 I wish I could know that we put it back together
 But I know you don't fuck with me
 Every time I think about the past it hurts
 'Cause I know that it's all history
 Any time I wanna know what this love is like
 Yeah, baby, I tell myself to
 Hit that blunt, smoke that weed
 Drink that liquor up, no feelings
 Hit that blunt, smoke that weed
 Drink that liquor up, no feelings
 Hit that blunt, smoke that weed
 Drink that liquor up, no feelings
 Get fucked up, get fucked up
 So I'll stop thinkin' 'bout you and me
 I just hit the club so damn clean
 Left my crew 'bout 12:15
 12:30 left the scene 'cause none of them bitches was fuckin' with me
 Maybe they did, maybe they don't
 I was inside looking at my phone
 Is it my bad, is it your bad?
 I do not know, I'ma call back
 I'ma come back in a few weeks
 See what I see, do little things
 I seen a bad bitch with a blue hair
 Then I see a flashback 'bout you here
 Then I get a flashback 'bout New Years
 Then I get a flashback 'bout two years
 Then I had to snap back 'cause the only real fact is
 If you see my name you'd be like: Who cares?
 And it's so damn heartless
 I feel like bitches only fuck with me because I am a artist
 1.50 on the parkin' just so you can
 Park it and downstairs at my apartment
 And I don't even got a car yet, I can't even go to Target
 And it ain't 'cause I don't got a car yet
 It's 'cause my heart still scarred, yeah
 Even though I hit the charts so hard
 'Cause my art so hard and my heart still dark
 I'm wishing you were near
 Like a little bitty kid with a brand new bike but the park so far
 But I'ma be straight though
 If I bring up your name trust I don't even hate, no
 I'm still grateful
 It's gonna take a long little time to replace your ass
 I wish you could call but I'm stupid
 'Cause I know you don't really give a fuck bout me
 I wish I could know that we put it back together
 But I know you don't fuck with me
 Every time I think about the past it hurts
 'Cause I know that it's all history
 Any time I wanna know what this love is like
 Yeah, baby, I tell myself to
 Hit that blunt, smoke that weed
 Drink that liquor up, no feelings
 Hit that blunt, smoke that weed
 Drink that liquor up, no feelings
 Hit that blunt, smoke that weed
 Drink that liquor up, no feelings
 Get fucked up, get fucked up
 So I'll stop thinkin' 'bout you and me