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