Pick up your bags
You´ve got some leavin´ to do
I dont care ´bout you
Care about you

Word on the street
You´ve got some growin´ to do
I dont care ´bout you
Care about you

It´s funny how money can make hateful words from honey sweet talking men
I can´t say I´ll miss you, but I´ll miss the face you wore when you left

Now didn´t you ever learn not to break a heart you never earned
My mama said that every man is only worth his unbroken word

I can´t say I´ll miss ya, but I´ll miss the face you wore when you left
And I promise I won´t forget ya, won´t forget the things you made me regret

I don´t care about you
Care about, care about you
I don´t care about you
Care about, care about you

So pick up your bags
You´ve got some leavin´ to do
I dont care ´bout you
Care about you