I've been I've been I've been getting no sleep
I've been antisocial
I don't even kick it with the homies
No replies, I'm turning off my phone B
Praying when I leave, don't none of these niggas notice me
I swear to God
I've been I've been I've been getting no sleep
I've been antisocial
I don't even kick it with the Broskis
No replies, I'm turning off my phone B
Praying when I leave, don't none of these niggas notice me
I swear to God
Cause I don't feel like talking to your ass
Church hug, awkward stares, fake laughs
Then I got to ask about your kids
Knowing I don't give a damn about them kids
Then you feel you got to ask me about how this music going
Knowing you don't give a f*ck about my music going
Your Bae don't know me, they standing there like, 'can we get going?'
But they don't want to be rude and say, "Babe, can we get going?"
But I really wish they'd say, "Babe, can we get going?"
So this dumbass, awkward conversation quit going