I'm not gonna pick up that stupid phone
I'd rather eat alone
I'm making plans of my own
As your status remains unknown
I'm not gonna shuffle my things for you
Then have you postpone
I need to be sure that I haven't been put
Back in that friendzone
I'm not gonna let you say those things
And use that tone
I'm not gonna let you make my blood boil
Then tickle my funny bone
I'm not gonna dance around like a clown
While you roll your eyes and groan
I'm not gonna wait around all night
While you take your time and moan
Not gonna, gonna bring you anything no more
Not gonna, gonna give you anything no more
Throw the food out, flush the wine down
While you roam around downtown
Not gonna, gonna, gonna
I'm not gonna let you test my patience
And have my cover blown
You and I need to be on a basis
That's yet to be known
I'm not gonna say what I wanna say
Cause I could not say it alone
And better be understood once it's said
Then you'd better own
I'm not gonna call ya
I'm not gonna brawl ya
I'm not gonna text ya
Never gonna sext ya
We never ever ever getting back to the same old picture
Well, it's been a hell of a mixture
Drinking booze for sure ain't gonna fix ya
Trips must have done you good
But you gotta go back to the people who miss ya
Not gonna, gonna bring you anything no more
Not gonna, gonna give you anything at all
Lying in bed tossing around
Praying this wont be a letdown
Not gonna, gonna gonna