Yeah...
Channing in the mirror actin' like she don't see it
Skull in the group chat, trying to free it
Pretend you hate me, baby
I already know the rest

You say you hate the skull, you say you hate the name
But every time I drop a track you press play all the same
You block me then you unblock when the whiskey hit your brain
Call me toxic in the daylight, then you slide up in the rain

You told the whole timeline you was done with me for good
Then liked the old photo where I'm in the hood
Now you actin' like you forgot how the nights used to feel
But you got the songs I made about you on repeat, for real

She hate me, she hate me, she hate me (nah she don't)