Ain't Sad About It (ORA Mix V1)

Y'all heard she unchangeable

And she hang with the same two folks

And uh, and I heard she get tight when you say gon'

Do a thing, but you playin' and don't, aye, aye, aye

I heard she get loud and unmanageable

And I heard she be difficult to work with

And I heard she be telling on the flagrant fake for 'Gram post

You know who it's on next, you know?

Might sound crazy, uh, but so what?

This kinda shady, uh, feels so good

It's all so hazy, I just rolled up

And who knows what I might say without it, ooh

Tried to play me, sayin' all the things you could (Oh)

Oh, so busy, doin' none of what you should (Get it together)

Just be real in real life

Don't need you to try to lie (To lie)

'Cause I ain't good with cap

And I ain't with goodbyes

You can't gеt no dap

'Cause I ain't mad that I

Ain't sad about it

I ain't sad about it (No, I)

Ain't sad about it

I ain't sad about it, I (Uh)

Sleep like a baby knowin' I missed your call

I ain't pickin' up that shit

I wakе up daily, glowing without a flaw, ah

I'm such a lady, or so they thought

'Cause who knows what I might say tonight, ooh

You tried to play me, saying all but what you should (And keep talkin')

But what's crazy is you never really could

Just be real in real life

Don't need you to try to lie (To lie)

Yeah, yeah, woo

'Cause I ain't good with cap

And I ain't with goodbyes

You can't get no dap

'Cause I ain't mad that I

Ain't sad about it

I ain't sad about it (No, I)

Ain't sad about it

I ain't sad about it, I (Uh)

Fed up, fed up, pain to your butt

Must've been around town 'cause it ain't been your luck

And your alibi sound like your angles tuck

Livin' high off ground, I been peeped the front

You won't seep the stunt, you gon' meet the cunt

In the spotlight now while you creep, for what?

Now your words jot down, got the sweetener

'Cause it sound like cap when you speakin' up

So just slide right out my way

Scoot-doo-doo-doo-doo, get up out of my face

Been wrong, sis, so you hide from Lay

Politics don't exist when you hide the play

And that's cold work, ain't it, though?

Seem like you waitin' for my name to blow

Up in face, come the day we display all your slick ass dirt (Oh, oh)

It gon' hurt, now get to work

'Cause I ain't good with cap (Uh-uh)

And I ain't with goodbyes

You can't get no dap (Tell 'em why)

'Cause I ain't mad that I

Ain't sad about it

I ain't sad about it (No, I)

Ain't sad about it

I ain't sad about it, I