Ooh-ooh, I don't even know you anymore I won't listen, save the bitchin' This feel different, something's missing I don't even know you anymore I don't even know you anymore, ayy Every time you call, I hit ignore ('Nore) (I don't even know you anymore)

Comfortable silence is so overrated We haven't spoke since you went away Why won't you ever say what you want to say? Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too Even my phone misses your call, by the way Woke up alone in this hotel

There's just some things that can't be replaced Woah, all the money in the world won't ever buy What you miss, what you want back It'd be nice, but life don't work like that You can get damn close, but it won't ever be the same Woah, no matter how hard

Won't ya come my way I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you so mad I'm gonna make sure I'm the best you ever had (Make you mad, make you mad) No other like me, yeah baby you'll see I'll lock ya down and I'll throw out the key I'm gonna make you go

I got some ocean front property in Arizona From my front porch you can see the sea If you'll buy that I'll throw the golden gate in free Cause I don't love you Now if you'll buy that If you leave me I won't miss you And I won't ever take you back Girl

I miss you, I miss your smile And I still shed a tear every once in a while And even though it's different now You're still here somehow My heart won't let you go And I need you to know I miss you, sha la la la la Sha la la la la, sha la la la la

You Can Catch Me In The Hood, Up To No Good, With That Mac Like Right Beside Me, I ain't Buying No Niggas, Eyeing My Figures, Deprive Me Of My Life, Try me, I'mma Rip Up Tissue, Homie I won't Miss You, This'll Be The Day That You Dying, Nigga I'm

Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

Too many missed calls, too many texts I know that it won’t be long, yeah You’ll be like 'Babe, come over' I know how this goes, yeah Talk about you need closure Every time the weekend comes, yeah Damn, I wish I missed my ex Til you‘re gonna call my

That shit made me wanna let go Won't miss that shit If you find them, they gon' get that shit And I won't miss any of them Winners Circle Uh, uh, uh, and uh Uh, uh-uh, they uh, and uh