Care Too Much

Ya, ya, ya

Maybe I just care too much, too much

I think I do, you say I don't, say I don't, say I fuckin' don't

Hate it when they stare too much, too much

I wave back like, "How you doin', how you doin', hey, bitch, how you doin'?"

Never one to care for fake lo-ove

You're fake as fuck, I should've known, should've known, should've fuckin' known

Maybe I just care too much, too much

Who are you, bitch? I don't know, I don't know, I don't fuckin' know (skrrt)

Hey, bitch, remember when you wouldn't play my shit?

Never saw the vision, had to paint that shit

My ex was a mess, you can take that shit

Call me crazy, bitch, like I'm Jaden Smith

Shit, he don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records

Well, I do, so fuck you, you, you

Couple lame motherfuckers, I can see right through

Hold up, wait, let me check on my YouTube too

Here's one fake fuck, five, seven, eight, nine

Says, " Oh my gosh, Witt, he's shit when he rhymes

And my girlfriend left, and my life is a mess

So I sit in my bed and jack off all the time, woo! "

Don't be that dude

Man, I really get the girls that you jack to

Your old girl just got a Witt tattoo

Don't be pissed, little bitch, when I @ you

They say, " Lately, I just love Uzi

I bump his shit like with all my roomies

I shake my ass to his music too, see

'Erase Your Social, ' it was almost too deep

Did you just say that he bit off Witt?

That can't be true, because Witt is shit

Someone grab my phone, I need to Google this "

(Ya, ya, ya) "Oh shit!"

Maybe I just care too much, too much

I think I do, you say I don't, say I don't, say I fuckin' don't

Hate it when they stare too much, too much

I wave back like, "How you doin', how you doin', hey, bitch, how you doin'?"

Never one to care for fake lo-ove

You're fake as fuck, I should've known, should've known, should've fuckin' known

Maybe I just care too much, too much

Who are you, bitch? I don't know, I don't know, I don't fuckin' know (skrrt)

Been gettin' colder as the seasons go

The rap game, the new Game of Thrones

Sayin', "Rap is dead, mumble rap instead"

Brought it back to life like it's Jon Snow

I'm the one and only, better not forget

I'm the one and only, there is no one left

There's a lot of fakin' in your fuckin' flex

A lot of nothin' in your fuckin' checks, woo!

What do you do?

He said, " I sit at the bar gettin' drunk with a few dudes

And I really love Hulu

And I really love watchin' these rappers on YouTube

I feel cool while I'm watchin' a guy

Talk about gettin' high and the bitches he fucks, ya

Even though I can't relate

Because I am a lame, had a piss in a cup, ya "

You make music with a closed mind

I make music that is very open

You make music for the strip club

I make music for the barely copin'

Fuck your blog, yeah, I fuckin' read it

I manifest and I fuckin' get it

Bitch, I'm the best, yeah, I fuckin' said it

(Ya ya ya) Haha

Maybe I just care too much, too much

I think I do, you say I don't, say I don't, say I fuckin' don't

Hate it when they stare too much, too much

I wave back like, "How you doin', how you doin', hey, bitch, how you doin'?"

Never one to care for fake lo-ove

You're fake as fuck, I should've known, should've known, should've fuckin' known

Maybe I just care too much, too much

Who are you, bitch? I don't know, I don't know, I don't fuckin' know (skrrt)