Does it make you happy?
That we're not together
Cause I'm on a high still
Overdosing on freedom
Does it make you happy?
That we're not together
Cause I'm on a high still
Overdosing on freedom
Turn me up, turn me up
Turn me up
You let him f*ck knowing he never really cared about you
No, he didn't
I know it's hard to come to that revelation but he didn't
And I ain't sorry he still cheating
Rendezvous at the crib, you ain't gotta drop nothing off
But can't we figure out if he mean it?
Don't read between the lines if he really leaving
The coldest hearts burn the brightest when you never see 'em
That's why you'll never see them at all
Tell him how you feel, tell me how you feel
Ha, ha
Tell him how you feel, tell me how you feel
If you tryna let him f*ck again, tell the motherf*cker how you feel
If you tryna let him f*ck again, tell him how you feel
You know?
Don't get offended cause I opened your eyes to the truth
I could've stepped into the booth and lied
I could've walked in with a suit and tie
I could've told you that the watch I got on been excluding time
How the f*ck you get to the bay without using five?
Somebody told me that the realest guy the one you live by
So how the f*ck he supporting you if he ain't got no job?
He in the studio recording shit with your money
Ain't that annoying? Ain't that annoying?
He probably writing bars like
I'm just a nigga tryna get by
Too many nights my bitch call me, I ain't gon' respond
New Benz-Mercedes, Emerald, that's Grinch time
These niggas sliding down the block, I pulled up right on that block
A nigga get up on 'em, cock it, nigga rich timin'
I leave the pussy wet like that shit was in drench time
Penguin watch, I got that shit from Antarctica
Bitch I'm flier than your nigga in the springtime
Keep it cold, leave it froze, ain't hit a soul
Might drop a couple racks on her, no financial hold
Might whip a tangerine, peel back the convertible
Shit, nobody ever gotta show me the total
My brother stepping outside, never need a reporter
And if he do, he showin' up bet he slower than a tortoise
I keep it cordial, you gotta hear me out'
You let him f*ck knowing he never really cared about you
No, he never really cared, never really cared
It'd be funny if I never really cared about you
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Does it make you happy?
That we're not together
Cause I'm on a high still
Overdosing on freedom
Does it make you happy?
That we're not together
Cause I'm on a high still
Overdosing on freedom
Turn me up, turn me up
Turn me up
You let him f*ck knowing he never really cared about you
No, he didn't
I know it's hard to come to that revelation but he didn't
And I ain't sorry he still cheating
Rendezvous at the crib, you ain't gotta drop nothing off
But can't we figure out if he mean it?
Don't read between the lines if he really leaving
The coldest hearts burn the brightest when you never see 'em
That's why you'll never see them at all
Tell him how you feel, tell me how you feel
Ha, ha
Tell him how you feel, tell me how you feel
If you tryna let him f*ck again, tell the motherf*cker how you feel
If you tryna let him f*ck again, tell him how you feel
You know?
Don't get offended cause I opened your eyes to the truth
I could've stepped into the booth and lied
I could've walked in with a suit and tie
I could've told you that the watch I got on been excluding time
How the f*ck you get to the bay without using five?
Somebody told me that the realest guy the one you live by
So how the f*ck he supporting you if he ain't got no job?
He in the studio recording shit with your money
Ain't that annoying? Ain't that annoying?
He probably writing bars like
I'm just a nigga tryna get by
Too many nights my bitch call me, I ain't gon' respond
New Benz-Mercedes, Emerald, that's Grinch time
These niggas sliding down the block, I pulled up right on that block
A nigga get up on 'em, cock it, nigga rich timin'
I leave the pussy wet like that shit was in drench time
Penguin watch, I got that shit from Antarctica
Bitch I'm flier than your nigga in the springtime
Keep it cold, leave it froze, ain't hit a soul
Might drop a couple racks on her, no financial hold
Might whip a tangerine, peel back the convertible
Shit, nobody ever gotta show me the total
My brother stepping outside, never need a reporter
And if he do, he showin' up bet he slower than a tortoise
I keep it cordial, you gotta hear me out'
You let him f*ck knowing he never really cared about you
No, he never really cared, never really cared
It'd be funny if I never really cared about you
That we're not together
Cause I'm on a high still
Overdosing on freedom
Does it make you happy?
That we're not together
Cause I'm on a high still
Overdosing on freedom
Turn me up, turn me up
Turn me up
You let him f*ck knowing he never really cared about you
No, he didn't
I know it's hard to come to that revelation but he didn't
And I ain't sorry he still cheating
Rendezvous at the crib, you ain't gotta drop nothing off
But can't we figure out if he mean it?
Don't read between the lines if he really leaving
The coldest hearts burn the brightest when you never see 'em
That's why you'll never see them at all
Tell him how you feel, tell me how you feel
Ha, ha
Tell him how you feel, tell me how you feel
If you tryna let him f*ck again, tell the motherf*cker how you feel
If you tryna let him f*ck again, tell him how you feel
You know?
Don't get offended cause I opened your eyes to the truth
I could've stepped into the booth and lied
I could've walked in with a suit and tie
I could've told you that the watch I got on been excluding time
How the f*ck you get to the bay without using five?
Somebody told me that the realest guy the one you live by
So how the f*ck he supporting you if he ain't got no job?
He in the studio recording shit with your money
Ain't that annoying? Ain't that annoying?
He probably writing bars like
I'm just a nigga tryna get by
Too many nights my bitch call me, I ain't gon' respond
New Benz-Mercedes, Emerald, that's Grinch time
These niggas sliding down the block, I pulled up right on that block
A nigga get up on 'em, cock it, nigga rich timin'
I leave the pussy wet like that shit was in drench time
Penguin watch, I got that shit from Antarctica
Bitch I'm flier than your nigga in the springtime
Keep it cold, leave it froze, ain't hit a soul
Might drop a couple racks on her, no financial hold
Might whip a tangerine, peel back the convertible
Shit, nobody ever gotta show me the total
My brother stepping outside, never need a reporter
And if he do, he showin' up bet he slower than a tortoise
I keep it cordial, you gotta hear me out'
You let him f*ck knowing he never really cared about you
No, he never really cared, never really cared
It'd be funny if I never really cared about you
Writer: Joel Taylor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid