Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She didn't love me
I sent her money, she didn't love me
She didn't fuck me, I guess I am a trick
I don't get bitches, this is a sickness
And God's my witness
I'm tired of being a simp (I'm tired of being a simp)
I'm so tired of being a simp (I'm so tired of being a simp)
I'm so tired of being a simp
I sent Issabelle like 500 just to text me back
Even though I barely know her, I got too attached
And you know I spent like ten bands on that Solar bitch
Had to kick her out the crib 'cause she wasn't suckin' dick
Ever since I ran my money up, these bitches changed up
I don't know if she really love me, or love that I'm famous
I'm too quick to trick on a bitch
They don't even gotta suck my dick
I just like the conversation
Text me back, I'm tired of waitin'
Okay, here's like 700 all for you
I ain't never think I'd be that type of dude
I sent her money, she didn't love me
She didn't fuck me, I guess I am a trick
I don't get bitches, this is a sickness
And God's my witness
I'm tired of being a simp (I'm tired of being a simp)
I'm so tired of being a simp (I'm so tired of being a simp)
I'm so tired of being a simp
I sent Issabelle like 500 just to text me back
Even though I barely know her, I got too attached
I'm so tired of being a simp
I'm so tired of being a simp
I sent Issabelle like 500 just to text me back
Even though I barely know her, I got too attached
I'm so tired of being a simp
I sent Issabelle like 500 just to text me back
Even though I barely know her, I got too attached
