Lyrics Over That - 2kcol

Im on some new shit
Break up with a bitch to make this
Crying on yo insta saying all that fucking fake shit
Wasted, on emotions
Makeup staining
Whining like it meant a thing (Nah)
Bitch its painless
Faded, like you wanna be famous
Talking to yo ex like yo life ain't so jaded (ok)
Say it is
If you sorry bout the bullshit, couldn't give a fuck
But I'm hoping that you make it (make it)

And I'm over that
She calling and I won't hit back
I dial up my 2nd string
Know she want a piece of that
Butterflies a brat
That redhead couldn't run a lap
I'm preaching to the choir yea
I'm stepping out and deaded that
I'm pulling out the strap
Shooting at her voicemail box
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I fucking hate you
I fucking hate you, you fucking bitch