Small Talk

Yeah, okay fuck it this ain't no love song This a "fuck it, I'm tryna do some drugs" song This a "okay, that who you thought it was" song Yeah this the one that they been waiting all for so long Yeah it's the wonderful, I keep it colorful Fuck the rainbow, it's the pot of gold I told my old friends "Hit me on my new phone" I like my music loud, I like my soda cold Yeah, don't let a word go to waste And she been gone off the Hennesy, but she don't like the taste Yeah she's cool, a little too cool You know she like money, so all her friends got pools But karma gon' get her, right, left, stick 'er She got a thick skull, but her skin a little thicker Yeah, this next line might come out as a shock But don't text me I don't wanna make small talk Ya dig? Okay you send me songs that remind you of me And fuck it I don't even listen (I don't even listen) I don't pay attention (I don't pay attention) It's like half those things in a song ain't true You text me just to talk 'bout you It might be mean and it might be rude But don't call me I don't wanna make small talk She changed her Instagram name like four times Only talk to her when it's on her own time yeah Probably busy with the waist line She don't ever show her face on her Facetime, yeah Okay unless she got her make up on Yeah she hit the club and she only drinks the Vegas bombs And she loves Trap music but she hates doing drugs She enjoys having sex and she hates giving hugs And her daddy got the money so her bank grow Yeah she voted in November, yeah stay woke She post a pic with her friend and a song quote Cigarettes when she drinks, yeah chain smokes Ooh, well, I know you love the attention, yeah So I'ma need you to listen, yeah This might come out as a shock But don't try me 'cause you numbers been blocked Ya dig? Okay you send me songs that remind you of me And fuck it I don't even listen (I don't even listen) I don't pay attention (I don't pay attention) It's like half those things in a song ain't true You text me just to talk 'bout you It might be mean and it might be rude But don't call me I don't wanna make small talk Okay you send me songs that remind you of me And fuck it I don't even listen (I don't even listen) I don't pay attention (I don't pay attention) It's like half those things in a song ain't true You text me just to talk 'bout you It might be mean and it might be rude But don't call me I don't wanna make small talk Mhm mhm Yeah you're breaking my heart You tore it apart But fuck you, but fuck you, whoa Yeah all I wanna do is just have a good time Now I'm blue, yeah I'm blue, ooh, ooh And you got issues yeah, yeah you got issues yeah Yeah you got issues yeah, and all your friends do too, yeah, whoa I fuckin' hate you Yes I just hate you And guess what, most of your friends are cooler than you and I didn't wanna make this song 'Cause I did not want you to think I was thinkin' of you Well guess what? I'm thinkin' of you, yeah, look And I hope it eats your heart out I hope it eats your heart out I hope it eats your heart out, yeah, look 'Cause you breaking my heart You tore it apart So fuck you, yeah fuck you I don't wanna make small talk, yeah