Lonely, I Can Tell

[Chorus: Carter Ace & dylAn]
I could tell you don't want him back
I feel better when you're on my lap
He don't want your heart
So don't give it up (Ayy, ayy, umm)

[Verse 1: dylAn]
Something 'bout her real classic (Classic)
She always tryna play Brockhampton (Brockhampton)
I really don't like when she sing though (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
At least I got earplugs in my jeans though
Had to lay low in the streets so (Tsh)
I won't ever be your [?], bro
Take that dude home, I'm way too [thrown?]
Probably I won't want Bacardi
Kept our shoes on, I'm so sorry
I crash parties, don't be salty
Girl named Molly off that wocky
Took a choppy, feeling rocky
Say that start riots like A$AP
Kept my playback, that's not your boyfriend?
Well, why don't you just say that?
"But he's famous", fuck, I hate that

[Chorus: Carter Ace]
I could tell you don't want him back
I feel better when you're on my lap
He don't want your heart
So don't give it up (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Carter Ace]
Someone come hide these car keys
As if that's gone stop me (Yuh)
Pull up to the party, five-deep
Fist bump bros, then we active (Yuh)
Look to the left, got ebonies
Look to the right, got saltines (Yuh)
Bro's in the back with a tall 'ting
I could've sworn bro's like 5'3" (Huh)
Think I might've drunk text Abby
Promise I was done with her last week
If I'm one thing, I'm a big tease
And a drink guy, I don't do trees (Yuh)
Girls with a man my pet peeve
That guy better be bestie
And I'm picky, if shit gets sticky
I'm onto the next like JAY-Z

[Chorus: Carter Ace]
I could tell you don't want him back
I feel better when you're on my lap
He don't want your heart
So don't give it up
I could tell you don't want him back
I feel better when you're on my lap
He don't want your heart
So don't give it-it-it–

[Carter Ace]
[?], she told me to call you
You're not with your other (Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Kinda scared of knockin', but your [?]
Tell me, what's the problem? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[?] (I could tell–, yeah-yeah)
Look at the mess I made (I could tell–)
Mess I made (He don't want your–)
Look at the mess I made

[Chorus: Carter Ace & dylAn]
I could tell you don't want him back (I could tell that, give him that back)
I feel better when you're on my lap (I feel better when you're on my–, ayy)
He don't want your heart (He don't want your heart, from-from the start, ayy)
So don't give it up (Give it up, give it up, give it up)
I could tell you don't want him back (I could tell, I could tell, ayy)
I feel better when you're on my lap (I feel better, whatever)
He don't want your heart (He wouldn't wait outside in the weather)
So don't give it up