Anti

I've been I've been I've been getting no sleep I've been antisocial I don't even kick it with the homies  No replies, I'm turning off my phone B Praying when I leave, don't none of these niggas notice me I swear to God I've been I've been I've been getting no sleep I've been antisocial I don't even kick it with the Broskis  No replies, I'm turning off my phone B Praying when I leave, don't none of these niggas notice me I swear to God Cause I don't feel like talking to your ass  Church hug, awkward stares, fake laughs Then I got to ask about your kids Knowing I don't give a damn about them kids Then you feel you got to ask me about how this music going Knowing you don't give a f*ck about my music going  Your Bae don't know me, they standing there like, 'can we get going?' But they don't want to be rude and say, "Babe, can we get going?" But I really wish they'd say, "Babe, can we get going?" So this dumbass, awkward conversation quit going