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