Gettin' drunk all alone, but don't feel bad for me
Unread texts on my phone, don't be sad for me
Packing your bags, you gotta go home, yes you have to leave
Now my past mistakes are chasing after me
Get out your feelings, no money's in there (Go ahead and get out your feelings)
Still, I don't like who I see in the mirror (Try not to look, look)
Hand my Moncler to the Ritz concierge (Margiela lookbook)
Shorty done dyed her hair
(Woah) Like Ric Flair
Prada, I got two pair
Had to tell her life ain't fair, hey
There's not enough money to share
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Got no regrets, hop in a 'Vette
Count up a check, I'mma need my respect
She got me wishing that we never met
Now that I'm onto the next, I'mma try to forget
Gettin' drunk all alone, but don't feel bad for me
Unread texts on my phone, don't be sad for me
Packing your bags, you gotta go home, yes you have to leave
Now my past mistakes are chasing after me
Gettin' drunk all alone, but don't feel bad for me
Unread texts on my phone, don't be sad for me
Packing your bags, you gotta go home, yes you have to leave
Now my past mistakes are chasing after me
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John Vickers - Unread Texts Lyrics
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Gettin' drunk all alone, but don't feel bad for me
Unread texts on my phone, don't be sad for me
Packing your bags, you gotta go home, yes you have to leave
Now my past mistakes are chasing after me
Get out your feelings, no money's in there (Go ahead and get out your feelings)
Still, I don't like who I see in the mirror (Try not to look, look)
Hand my Moncler to the Ritz concierge (Margiela lookbook)
Shorty done dyed her hair
(Woah) Like Ric Flair
Prada, I got two pair
Had to tell her life ain't fair, hey
There's not enough money to share
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Got no regrets, hop in a 'Vette
Count up a check, I'mma need my respect
She got me wishing that we never met
Now that I'm onto the next, I'mma try to forget
Gettin' drunk all alone, but don't feel bad for me
Unread texts on my phone, don't be sad for me
Packing your bags, you gotta go home, yes you have to leave
Now my past mistakes are chasing after me
Gettin' drunk all alone, but don't feel bad for me
Unread texts on my phone, don't be sad for me
Packing your bags, you gotta go home, yes you have to leave
Now my past mistakes are chasing after me
Unread texts on my phone, don't be sad for me
Packing your bags, you gotta go home, yes you have to leave
Now my past mistakes are chasing after me
Get out your feelings, no money's in there (Go ahead and get out your feelings)
Still, I don't like who I see in the mirror (Try not to look, look)
Hand my Moncler to the Ritz concierge (Margiela lookbook)
Shorty done dyed her hair
(Woah) Like Ric Flair
Prada, I got two pair
Had to tell her life ain't fair, hey
There's not enough money to share
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na
Got no regrets, hop in a 'Vette
Count up a check, I'mma need my respect
She got me wishing that we never met
Now that I'm onto the next, I'mma try to forget
Gettin' drunk all alone, but don't feel bad for me
Unread texts on my phone, don't be sad for me
Packing your bags, you gotta go home, yes you have to leave
Now my past mistakes are chasing after me
Gettin' drunk all alone, but don't feel bad for me
Unread texts on my phone, don't be sad for me
Packing your bags, you gotta go home, yes you have to leave
Now my past mistakes are chasing after me
Writer: Paul Reeves, John Vickers
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid