I don't want to know about you
I don't know what you're doing here
So, babe, don't get your hopes up
Because I don't write songs for you anymore
What they say, I don't give a sh*t
My bad, babe, don't get mad
But in reality, I already hate you, hate
May God forgive me, but I hate you
That I want nothing to do with you, that's obvious
If you want, I'll hit it, but it will be with hate, hate