OfficialDrama - I Gotta Go (feat. Ol' Smith) Lyrics

I gotta go, I'm on the road
Turning off my phone
Don't hit me up I don't miss you
Don't blow up my line I don't miss you
I gotta go, I'm on the road
Turning off my phone
Don't hit me up I don't miss you
Don't blow up my line I don't miss you

Everybody got a past, everybody got somebody they almost regret
Nothing rarely ever lasts you complaining about why I ain't posted you yet
I been getting in my bag, in my bag
I been needing somebody to vent
I don't really understand, understand
Why I wasted the time I done spent
You change on me, I'm moving on
I ain't wanna do you wrong, so I put it in a song
Before you hate me I'll be gone yuh
In the club where I found her, same place where I left her
Thought that you was something special
Wasn't like that when I met you
But you f*cked my nigga I see how you're ride or die
Ain't gon act like it ain't bother me no no
That shit it killed me, I think bout it time to time
In bad terms I needed loyalty oh oh

I gotta go, I'm on the road
Turning off my phone
Don't hit me up I don't miss you
Don't blow up my line I don't miss you
I gotta go, I'm on the road
Turning off my phone
Don't hit me up I don't miss you
Don't blow up my line I don't miss you

Got a Tommy if you try me
Swear to god ain't letting nothing slide
Now you want me, now you wanna ride
Cause a nigga got money
Gave her math cause money multiples
Niggas talking and they want it ha
I don't wanna make my momma cry, i don't wanna make my momma cry
New York busta, can't trust her
Got them buttas color mustard
Shorty got me singing for her
Caught the love, became a cluster
We got through it for the ruckus
But not to move on cause that's better and shit
Momma told me only trust her
For this money i can't settle nor quit
So i cannot bag even tho you're the shit
I gotta move on to better things
F*ck arguments i don't need distractions
Wanted to cop you that Philipp Plein
But you left cause you thought you had better than me
What you wanted was right in your hands
What you wanted was right in your hands
What you wanted was right in your hands

I gotta go, I'm on the road
Turning off my phone
Don't hit me up I don't miss you
Don't blow up my line I don't miss you
I gotta go, I'm on the road
Turning off my phone
Don't hit me up I don't miss you
Don't blow up my line I don't miss you