BTW

Gucci Sweaters, old love letters Hurt myself tryna make you better And I hate 'em now Yeah I really hate 'em now God almighty, fucked your psyche Loved yourself more than anybody Is that working out? Yeah, tell me how that's working out I burnt all your birthday cards Threw your shit out in the year By the way, by the way, by the way Yeah, you ain't no porn star, baby Yeah, you are kinda lazy And I was always faking with you Yeah, you ain't no porn star, baby Yeah, you are kinda lazy And I was always faking with you I feel sorry for the next girl 'Cause you'll never be rocking her world Does it make you mad? Oh, tell me, does it make you mad? You walk around, too big for your head But you got nothing that you're packing Does it make you sad? Oh, tell me, does it make you sad? I hate all your stupid friends You act like you one of them By the way, by the way, by the way Yeah, you ain't no porn star, baby Yeah, you are kinda lazy And I was always faking with you Yeah, you ain't no porn star, baby Yeah, you are kinda lazy And I was always faking with you Won't pick up your clothes You know how it goes, we're over I promise I'm good I don't really need the closure Now you're the ex So don't try to text me this late Don't flatter yourself We both know we wasn't that great Yeah, you ain't no porn star, baby Yeah, you are kinda lazy And I was always faking with you Yeah, you ain't no porn star, baby Yeah, you are kinda lazy And I was always faking with you Gucci Sweaters, old love letters Hurt myself tryna make you better And I hate 'em now