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Aint Thinkin Bout U by TruthCity Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2015

(Verse 1)
Missed call from my old thaaaaaaang, I hit ignore
Heard you showed up at my house late, mmmmmmmm I wasn't home
See you blowin' up my phone now, trynna see if I'm alright
Ooooooo, I heard that nigga left you, serves you right
Used to pick you up for lunch, pour your bubbles, run your bath
Gave you money, wasn't much, but it was everything I had
And through it all, I put you first and I admit I moved too fast
But I just wanted us to work, cus you had troubles with your man
And I was trynna show you love, gave my heart and all my free time
Built you up to leave, now you say you need some me time
While damn, I guess I should be patient
Give you time to find yourself, but I ain't been that good at waitin'
So I'll wish you the best, say wassup and keep it movin'
Wouldn't say I'm movin' on, let's just say that I'm improvin'
But girl you got my number, don't be afraid to use it
To be honest, I can't wait for you to ask me how I'm doin'

(Hook)
Cus I'ma say good then hit you with a smile
Just like I should, knowin' inside
I ain't thinkin' bout you
I ain't thinkin' bout you
I ain't thinkin' bout you
I ain't thinkin' bout you
Girl don't worry bout me, girl I been doin' fine
Been out with my team, puttin' on with my guys
I ain't thinkin' bout you
I ain't thinkin' bout you
I ain't thinkin' bout you
I ain't thinkin' bout you
(Verse 2)
Used to play you all my new shit, you made me feel like I ain't have it
Like I was every mothafucka
Used to tell me play some Usher
Nights we spent had a nigga feelin' average
But look at me, look at you
Name a thing I didn't do
Get a text like what you doin', havin' fun forgettin' you
Where's the value in commitment, went from fun to gettin' through
And now the only thing I wish is that the next girl isn't you
Who hit the store when you needed, home remedies for your cold
Who picked you up in the evenings just to make sure you got home
Gave you your own set of keys and gave you the code to my phone
Who kept you high every weekend and let you smoke for the low
Me...
I let you in, girl I told you secrets, things I'll never share again
And even though it hurts, I'm still willing to be friends
Simply out of spite so you can ask me how I been

(Hook)