Pretty Without the R (feat. Edmon)

I hope you know that I still see your tweets (Yeah, I still see your tweets) I hope this isn’t your fucking week (Yeah, not your week) I know, I know I’m so goddamn petty (So goddamn petty) You’re so, you’re so goddamn dead to me (So goddamn dead to me) I hope you know that I still your tweets I hope this isn’t your fucking week I hope you have the worst week Why’d you have to ghost me? Left me feeling lonely like you didn’t know me We’ve been through it Now I hate myself I feel like shit and I hate you now I can see that you’re on and off with my replacement Guess you really like them toxic till you feeling vacant Yeah, you got me fucked up Saying that you miss us Yeah, you got me fucked up Made me feel not enough Guess you can go f*ck off If you fucking miss us It just feels so good to know that you’re falling apart Now you know what you did to me and my poor heart