don't text me

My phone is dead, don't text me
 Should've known you'd break my heart right when you met me
 Now I'm over it
 Now I'm used to this
 Feel like gucci bitch
 Yeah I'm so sick of this
 I drop bars like nukes
 Drop bombs like it's m dub 2
 Bitch who the fuck are you?
 Cause I don't got a clue
 I can't get to trippin over bitches like you
 Ima write all night till my hands get tired
 Like she's a liar I can't believe I liked her
 I need a lighter, I need a drink
 I don't need the alcohol but I don't wanna think
 My phone is dead, don't text me
 Should've known you'd break my heart right when you met me
 Now I'm over it
 Now I'm used to this
 Feel like gucci bitch
 Yeah I'm so sick of this
 I smoke now, I get high
 I get wasted, to get by
 I'm so fucked up, I still cry
 I don't miss you tho I guess i'm alright
 At least the drugs work
 At least my songs bang
 At least my moms good
 At least her rents paid
 At least my love life, isn't sideways
 My hearts broken but my phones on vibrate
 My phone is dead don't text me
 Should've known you'd break my heart right when you met me
 Now I'm over it
 Now I'm used to this
 Feel like gucci bitch
 Yeah I'm so sick of this
 My phone is dead don't text me
 Should've known you'd break my heart right when you met me
 Now I'm over it
 Now I'm used to this
 Feel like gucci bitch
 Yeah I'm so sick of this
 Phone died, feelings died like myspace
 Hundred texts no reply no time mate
 Are you good nate? Lie and say I'm great
 But fuck that I wanna die like everyday
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 (My phone is dead, don't text me)
 (Should've known you'd break my heart right when you met me)
 (Now I'm over it)
 (Now I'm used to this)
 (Feel like gucci bitch)
 (Yeah I'm so sick of this)