[Chorus]
My phone is dead, don't text me
Should’ve known you'd break my heart right when you met me
Now I'm over it, now I’m used to this
Feel like Gucci, bitch, yeah, I'm so sick of this

[Verse 1]
I drop bars like nukes, drop bombs like it's mdub 2
Bitch, who the fuck are you?
'Cause I don't got a clue
I can't get to trippin' over bitches like you
I'ma write all night ’til my hands get tired
Like she’s a liar, I can't believe I liked her
I need a lighter, I need a drink
I don’t need the alcohol but I don't wanna think

[Chorus]
My phone is dead, don't text me
Should've known you’d break my heart right when you met me
Now I'm over it, now I'm used to this
Feel like Gucci, bitch, yeah, I'm so sick of this

[Verse 2]
I smoke now, I get high
I get wasted, to get by
I'm so fucked up, I still cry
I don't miss you though, I guess I'm alright
At least the drugs work
At least my songs bang
At least my mom's good
At least her rent's paid
At least my love life isn't sideways
My heart's broken, but my phones on vibrate
[Chorus]
My phone is dead, don't text me
Should've known you'd break my heart right when you met me
Now I'm over it, now I'm used to this
Feel like Gucci, bitch, yeah, I'm so sick of this
My phone is dead, don't text me
Should've known you'd break my heart right when you met me
Now I'm over it, now I'm used to this
Feel like Gucci, bitch, yeah, I'm so sick of this

[Outro]
Phone died, feelings died like Myspace
Hundred texts, no reply, no time, mate
"Are you good, Nate?" Lie and say "I'm great"
But fuck that, I wanna die like everyday