Birthday

Yeah, I know you're hurting
Hit you on your birthday
Always with the swerve, swerve
Swerve like a rapstar
They think I'm a rockstar
Like I'm fucking posty
Hit them with the posters
Hit them with the album
Rated just like Kanye
Yeah, we're making fantasies
I like you and you like me
I don't know why you'd just leave
I don't knowEverything I do, I do for you and that's a fucking shame
Staying out too late and walking home when it starts to rain
Making all this money on my own, I don't need the change
Baby I don't give a fuck, you don't matter anymore
And I got all these feelings in my head I'm trynaa fade away
Lighter to the sky to burn the memories right out my brain (ayy)
Why'd you gotta do me like that
Nobody does me like you do
I don't know anymore, everything we had is gone and I know that we are through (yeah, yeah)
I take a sip and my tears keep splashing the floorYeah, I know you're hurting
Hit you on your birthday
Always with the swerve, swerve
Swerve like a rapstar
They think I'm a rockstar
Like I'm fucking posty
Hit them with the posters
Hit them with the album
Rated just like Kanye
Yeah, we're making fantasies
I like you and you like me
I don't know why you'd just leave
I don't knowI've been down on my own for a year
Driving around town
Looking for you in the spotlight, yeah
Hey baby will you say my name for the last time
Hit me on my flip phone, I don't know you anymore
All the days we spent together, they don't matter anymore
I still miss you but I'm fine, walking home late at night
All these demons in my mind
Without you, I'm aliveYeah, I know you're hurting
Hit you on your birthday
Always with the swerve, swerve
Swerve like a rapstar
They think I'm a rockstar
Like I'm fucking posty
Hit them with the posters
Hit them with the album
Rated just like Kanye
Yeah, we're making fantasies
I like you and you like me
I don't know why you'd just leave
I don't knowYeah, I know you're hurting
Hit you on your birthday
Always with the swerve, swerve
Swerve like a rapstar
They think I'm a rockstar
Like I'm fucking posty
Hit them with the posters
Hit them with the album
Rated just like Kanye
Yeah, we're making fantasies
I like you and you like me
I don't know why you'd just leave
I don't know