so sick of love
haley, gavin
i ain't tryna be another rewrite
ain't tryna reach another decline
bet i'd do whatever you wanted
if you just said that you wanted - me
you won't find me on out the deep end
overthinking all the reasons
so i'm cropping you outta the picture
somebody go get me some scissors
and i know you don't give a
maybe it's the way i saw my dad treat my momma
red face - loud words - like saunas
hurt like drake fans when he switched genres
didn't learn this shit from the bible
probably worshiping some false idols
can a rose really grow from the tile?
and i know you don't give a