Away From Here

I don’t love you now, I don’t love you
(yeah) , now (I don’t love you)
(I don’t love you, now)
(I don’t love you now) this that feet up
(I don’t love you, no more)
Hatin’ ass bitches (I don’t love you, now)
Ah, speak on it for a minute, yeah (hm)
I don’t love you now, I don’t love you, no
I don’t love you now, I don’t love you
No more somebody light a blunt up
In this motherfucker, smoking session
I'm gonna take it back, oh
Mm, yeah, feet up, hello

I don’t love you any more girl
We so close to where we started, hippie love
Peace out
Don't cry, this is something that we gotta do
Can you hear in my voice? I
Shut off all the auto tunе
Which means I gotta follow through
Which means I cannot follow you
Which is how this shit has to be
If onе of us should bother to
Call anymore, no, you should lose my number
She get a lollipop, but I won’t be her sucker

And it’s money over bitches
Get your greed up
I’m all growed up now, feet up
Car heavy in the trunk, got the seat up
And if they wanna play the game
I put their cleats up
I’m the shit but I don’t
Smell like the cheese cut
Gucci on the fitted cap, end on the v-cut
Hate me now baby girl, I’m cool with it
Got pussy in the pass
Like I went to school with it
I’m getting money baby
You bitches babysitting
Y’all dudes fucked the dog
Now she have kittens
Oh, did you hear that women lie?
Yeah buddy, they the same as you and I damn

I heard the sun take the rain away
Kinda like how a blunt take the pain away
I wish you would just go and stay away
But you steady dropping bombs, mayday

I don’t love you now, I don’t love you, no
I don’t love you now
I don’t love you no more
Yeah, that drum loop is fucking gnarly
(Take it back, oh) bye bye

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