Lyrics
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
(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)