I Don't Know (feat. Rebecca Garton)

Why you still fucking with them hood ****

When you know at home you got a good ****?

And I just don't know, don't know

And I just don't know, don't know why

Why you still fucking with them hood ****

When you know at home you got a good ****

And I just don't know, don't know

And I just don't know, don't know

Why you would give it all away

Just for fifteen minutes of fame?

Why would you try to start a fire?

I can't tell, I don't know

And I just don't know, don't know why

And I just don't know, don't know why

And I just don't know

I need a back rub, bring you back stage

Make you back it up till your back broke

Bring you back home, make your back go

Put it back in, bring it back slow

Do it bareback, for the back stroke

Let me kickback while I back Patron

When I back it out, bring you back around

Can't back your talk, you be backing down

I'm back

Said, a good ****'s too boring

I might fly you out when I'm touring

Bring you back home in the morning

Used to be a good girl but she changed on me

You know that same story, yeah, that same story

When you love him, he hurt you, so you leave him

Then he proves he deserves you, you forgive him

'Cause you love him, you take him back and you let it slide

He gets comfy and hurts you for a second time

Now your heart's broken, you sayin' that you hate men

So to forget about him you partying with your main friends

You need good guys but keep pushing them all away

'Cause you're angry now you think men are all the same

I swear

Why you still fucking with them hood ****

When you know at home you got a good ****?

And I just don't know, don't know

And I just don't know, don't know why

Why you still fucking with them hood ****

When you know at home you got a good ****?

And I just don't know, don't know

And I just don't know, don't know

Why you would give it all away

Just for fifteen minutes of fame

Why would you try to start a fire?

I can't tell, I don't know

And I just don't know, don't know why

And I just don't know, don't know why

And I just don't know

Started off with a follow, preeing on the low key

Liking all your pictures, side eye emoji

DMs turn to WhatsApp, WhatsApp to Facetime

My hands on your waistline 'cause I ain't trying to waste time

And her boyfriend don't condone it, but I love her when she roll it

She tells me all their problems, but I'm bad news and she knows it

And her friends keep on warning her and she know the rap

But it's too late she caught up, yeah you know the type

Says he's busy but you know it's lies, two ticks but there's no reply

Loves him but she wants me to have a argument

Then she phones me, crying

All that Rose that she's drinking ain't making it better

If she waited for me to settle down, she'd be waiting forever

She knows this, she don't say it but she hates that I met her

But every time we make love she always says that I'm better

Why is it always them bad girls that are good kissers

Probably why I keep on fucking with these hood bitches

Fucking with them hood bitches, hood bitches

Hood bitches, hood bitches

Yeah, fucking with them hood bitches, hood bitches

Hood bitches, hood bitches

Fucking with them hood bitches, hood bitches

Hood bitches, hood bitches

Fucking with them hood bitches, hood bitches

Hood bitches, hood bitches

Fucking with them hood bitches, hood bitches

Hood bitches, hood bitches