Hate that the smell of sativa reminds me of you
Hate to see you when you're feeling so blue
Hate that the last time we spoke was a fight
Hate that you left me on read all the time

Hating you made me feel better for a while
Wondering why the fuck you wouldn't like
Me as I am
Started changing shit just to be cool in your eyes
My lingo and inflections, still you're so blind

Blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind

Uh ohh
Uh ohh
Uh ohh