Don't Text Me

My phone is dead don't text me
Should've known you'd break my heart right when you met me
Now I'm over it
Now I'm used to this
Feel like Gucci bitch
Yeah I'm so sick of this

I drop bars like nukes
Drop bombs like its m dub 2
Bitch who the fuck are you?
Cause I don't got a clue

I can't get to trippin over bitches like you

Ima write all night till my hands get tired
Like she's a liar I can't believe I liked her
I need a lighter, I need a drink
I don't need the alcohol but I don't wanna think

My phone is dead don't text me
Should've known you'd break my heart right when you met me
Now I'm over it
Now I'm used to this
Feel like Gucci bitch
Yeah I'm so sick of this

I smoke now, I get high
I get wasted, to get by
I'm so fucked up, I still cry
I don't miss you tho I guess I'm alright

At least the drugs work
At least my songs bang
At least my moms good
At least her rents paid

At least my love life, isn't sideways
My hearts broken but my phones on vibrate

My phone is dead don't text me
Should've known you'd break my heart right when you met me
Now I'm over it
Now I'm used to this
Feel like Gucci bitch
Yeah I'm so sick of this

My phone is dead don't text me
Should've known you'd break my heart right when you met me
Now I'm over it
Now I'm used to this
Feel like Gucci bitch
Yeah I'm so sick of this

Phone died, feelings died like myspace
Hundred texts no reply no time mate
Are you good, Nate? Lie and say I'm great
But fuck that I wanna die like everyday