For all the times that you rained on my parade
And all the clubs you get in using my name
You think you broke my heart, oh girl, for goodness sake
You think Im crying on my own, well I aint
And I didnt wanna write a song
Cause I didnt want anyone thinking I still care
I dont but, you still hit my phone up
And baby Ill be movin on
And I think it should be something
I dont wanna hold back
Maybe you should know that
My mama dont like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong
And Ive been so caught up in my job, didnt see whats going on
But now I know Im better sleeping on my own
Cause if you like the way you look that much
Then baby you should go and love yourself
And if you think that Im still holdin on to something
You should go and love yourself
But when you told me that you hated my friends
The only problem was with you and not them
And everytime you told me my opinion was wrong
And tried to make me forget where I came from
And I didnt wanna write a song
Cause I didnt want anyone thinking I still care
I dont but, you still hit my phone up
And baby Ill be movin on
And I think it should be something
I dont wanna hold back
Maybe you should know that
My mama dont like you and she likes everyone
And I never like to admit that I was wrong
And Ive been so caught up in my job, didnt see whats going on
But now I know Im better sleeping on my own
Cause if you like the way you look that much
Then baby you should go and love yourself
And if you think that Im still holdin on to something
You should go and love yourself
Good days, better nights
No stress, no fights
Cold drinks, city lights
This is what I used to call the good life
Hah, and now I tell myself
Staring at my cell phone just wont help
Keeping all the clothes on my top left shelf
Is only gonna keep me in this hell, oh well
So wow, stumble at the hotel lobby
Looking for a cab to the afterparty
Tryna fit five girls in the back
The only thing on my mind is where the hell you at
Are you with your new man?
Fuck, drink drink
Are you making new plans?
Fuck, drink drink
Bottles til I cant stand, cant think, think
I cant think, cant think
So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer til our eyes meet
You wont ever be alone
Wait for me to come home