(nu work) Lyrics

Does it make you happy?

That we're not together

Cause I'm on a high still

Overdosing on freedom

Does it make you happy?

That we're not together

Cause I'm on a high still

Overdosing on freedom

Turn me up, turn me up

Turn me up

You let him fuck knowing he never really cared about you

No, he didn't

I know it's hard to come to that revelation but he didn't

And I ain't sorry he still cheating

Rendezvous at the crib, you ain't gotta drop nothing off

But can't we figure out if he mean it?

Don't read between the lines if he really leaving

The coldest hearts burn the brightest when you never see 'em

That's why you'll never see them at all

Tell him how you feel, tell me how you feel

Ha, ha

Tell him how you feel, tell me how you feel

If you tryna let him fuck again, tell the motherfucker how you feel

If you tryna let him fuck again, tell him how you feel

You know?

Don't get offended cause I opened your eyes to the truth

I could've stepped into the booth and lied

I could've walked in with a suit and tie

I could've told you that the watch I got on been excluding time

How the fuck you get to the bay without using five?

Somebody told me that the realest guy the one you live by

So how the fuck he supporting you if he ain't got no job?

He in the studio recording shit with your money

Ain't that annoying? Ain't that annoying?

He probably writing bars like

I'm just a nigga tryna get by

Too many nights my bitch call me, I ain't gon' respond

New Benz-Mercedes, Emerald, that's Grinch time

These niggas sliding down the block, I pulled up right on that block

A nigga get up on 'em, cock it, nigga rich timin'

I leave the pussy wet like that shit was in drench time

Penguin watch, I got that shit from Antarctica

Bitch I'm flier than your nigga in the springtime

Keep it cold, leave it froze, ain't hit a soul

Might drop a couple racks on her, no financial hold

Might whip a tangerine, peel back the convertible

Shit, nobody ever gotta show me the total

My brother stepping outside, never need a reporter

And if he do, he showin' up bet he slower than a tortoise

I keep it cordial, you gotta hear me out'

You let him fuck knowing he never really cared about you

No, he never really cared, never really cared

It'd be funny if I never really cared about you