sike

you don't hit my phone up

what a joke

your new boyfriend's lame

i hope he chokes

on his pride

on his ego

on his lies

on his free-throws

on your thighs

i'm tired of being alone

but it beats crying on the phone with your sister

i can't find peace

i couldn't love you

i loved me

i was captive

now i'm free

cloudy mindset

set on me

i don't need you to be happy

someone else can waste my time

i don't need no toxic bitch

i don't want that kind of life

you don't hit my phone up

what a joke

your new boyfriend's lame

i hope he chokes

on his pride

on his ego

on his lies

on his free-throws

on your thighs

you were kind

but you lie

you must fuck like every guy

you're so cold

you're such a mess

don't know how to deal with stress

you don't walk

barely tread

empty thoughts inside your head

it's okay if you're scared

hit your boy

i won't be there

you don't hit my phone up

what a joke

your new boyfriend's lame

i hope he chokes

on his pride

on his ego

on his lies

on his free-throws

on your thighs