Didn't you tell me you didn't wanna fuck her?
You just friends and you can pretend and say it again
But I saw you get excited over late night texts, whoa
It must be nice to say I'm lying
It must be nice to see the ways that I been tryna prove
What I can do but, bitch, I'm through
Man, fuck her and fuck you too
'Cause I don't wanna believe it (believe it)
Don't wanna believe it, yeah (believe it)
So strung up on feelings (on feelings)
What's the point in feeling, yeah? (Of Feeling)
Been kicked, I been bruised, it's me I turn to
So if you think I need you get that out your head
'Cause I've held my own for so long
Bitch, why you calling asking me for money?
You ain't a ten, less than a friend
Using these men just so you can get a ride in the back of a Benz, whoa
It must be tough to see me winning
I know these free clothes really got you in your feelings
You got no M.O, bitch, you old
Wallets as empty as that soul you sold
'Cause I don't wanna believe it (believe it)
Don't wanna believe it, yeah (believe it)
So strung up on feelings (on feelings)
What's the point in feeling, yeah? (Of Feeling)
Been kicked, I been bruised, it's me I turn to
So if you think I need you get that out your head
'Cause I've held my own for so long