BTW lyrics

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 burned 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

Well does it make you mad?

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?

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 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

• Artist:Shaylen