Not only do I not love you, you never made me come I just faked it to shut you up
Not only did I never love you, I fucked your roommate and your bandmate so hard I couldn’t stand straight
Not saying it was wise to do
But what I’m tryna say’s I kinda hate you
But life’s so full of obstacles when you ain’t got your pockets full
So if you could spot me two hundred dollars and buy me food then maybe we can try to make it work

Picture this October 2015
It’s an understatement to say that I’m drowning in a sea
Of work at the university, curves that I’m taking personally
My ex got a new girl but he still pounds it on the sneak
‘Cause that coochie is juicy as a quarter pounder with cheese
But otherwise I’m pretty worthless, did I mention that my house is full of fleas
From a tabby cat who naps in the kitchen cabinets
And he’s not fed so he dreams of catching mouses while he sleeps up in the cobwebs
That formed ‘cause even though I got bread I ain’t bought bread
Ever since I lost the willpower to eat, willpower to clean
Willpower to pay the power, pay the dentist and the hospital
Pay the internet the water bill down at they offices
Pay for kitten chow so now this little n***a hostage like he sentenced to what Cosby did
But it’s not no fault of his I just adopted him
Because I needed a friend, needed somebody to be with just needed bodyheat in the bed
Oh yeah, and my cat’s named Eggs

Not only did I not love you…
Picture this, November, three years ago
I’m bitching on the Max Canada patio because my ears are cold
Cheersin with a can of Schlitz and passing cannabis
Though to be clearer, I didn’t hit it, I’m not a fan of it
No I’m just chillin with these chatty folk
Because the antidote to being sad as shit
Is fashioning yourself into a mannequin
Hoping that some sugar-daddio candidate with daddy and mommy bucks will make your pain stop
Here’s the game: hey hon!
What’s your name? Where you from?
Oh cool! Bars close, cars home disregard clothes moan
Hoping that the scars don’t show
When tomorrow comes give him that parseltongue
Give him your card tell him call sometime
And when he calls you sink your claws in him
And pretty much force him to adopt you like you’s a foster kid
Because of poverty, because you hate your body, ‘cause you’re closeted
And can’t find in yourself what you think that you’ll find in an opposite

[Hook]
Not only do I not love you, you never made me come I just faked it to shut you up
Not only did I never love you, I fucked your roommate and your bandmate so hard I couldn’t stand straight
Not saying it was wise to do
But what I’m tryna say’s I kinda hate you
But life’s so full of obstacles when you ain’t got your pockets full
So if you could spot me two hundred dollars and buy me food then maybe we can try to make it work