GAF (feat. Guapdad 4000)

It's too many options But I can't get you on the phone, but that's life All alone with my Patrón but that's right, I'm Pathetic, I said it wasn't love, I shouldn't sweat it I gotta say, new bitch, gotta new whip, the same tricks, I'm Still falling on the same dick, on the same shit and I'm I get it, uh, could've come off like you sympathetic Oh, but when I complain for us, you ain't go You only stay when I'm unstable You get me hight but on the way down, I'm down You kick me every time that I stay down I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you I wish I didn't give a fuck about you I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you I wish I didn't give a fuck about you You say, "She's just a friend, don't worry", that's your day one Used to call me, "Baby", okay, I heard y'all made one Did you call out my name? And does she fuck you the same? Like clockwork, you call me after hours You think what we do in the dark ain't got no power? And I strip down for you Why I can't touch you? Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh, but when I complain for us, you ain't go You only stay when I'm unstable You get me hight but on the way down, I'm down You kick me every time that I stay down I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you I wish I didn't give a fuck about you I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you I wish I didn't give a fuck about you You said you tired of my lifestyle I never call you sober (Never, yeah) What more do you expect? My cup runneth over (I'm bored) I suggest you get rid of bruh that's been coming over (I'm gone) I got some fine wine, some condoms and some Bossa Nova I know you care about (Yeah), all my whereabouts (Where) But that's some shit that I'm not sharing out (No) Unless I'm live in the studio (Yeah), survive in the studio (Yeah) Dummy a, uh, when I report your liked photos from years ago I was OT but I'm back in the city though Matching the colors like Fabolous videos Back with a MAC in the back and it's really long I was a ho but I'm really known That pussy good I swear to God I put it in foil then bring it home (Damn) And eat that coochie to myself when I feel alone, it's comfort food I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you I wish I didn't give a fuck about you I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I wish I didn't give a fuck about you I wish I didn't give a fuck about you