[Chorus]
These days you don't ever hit my phone
I guess you're doing better on your own
Used to have my back and now you don't
Tell me, girl, when did you get so cold? Oh
These days you don't ever hit my phone (Oh)
I guess you're doing better on your own (Oh)
Used to have my back and now you don't (Oh)
Tell me, girl, when did you get so cold? (Oh)

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh

[Verse 1]
Lately, girl, you've been on my mind (Oh)
Thinkin' 'bout them days I called you mine (Oh)
If I said I don't miss you then I lied (Oh)
'Cause I'm just good at acting like I'm fine (Oh)
Yeah, I can't lie, I miss it
We always used to kick it
I learned you were different, but it's too late now to fix it
So I guess that's just how the story goes
But tell me, girl, why you actin' so damn cold?
[Chorus]
These days you don't ever hit my phone
I guess you're doing better on your own
Used to have my back and now you don't
Tell me, girl, when did you get so cold? Oh
These days you don't ever hit my phone (Oh)
I guess you're doing better on your own (Oh)
Used to have my back and now you don't (Oh)
Tell me, girl, when did you get so cold? (Oh)

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh

[Verse 2]
Yeah, them old days got me reminiscing
'Cause these days things are hella different
Told me once that I had a change
Girl, what a shame that I never listen
I was too busy with the music
Always trying to make excuses
I found you, then I found love
But I never thought I would lose it
That's when you went and switched up
That's when you had to give it up
Used to keep that pussy clean
But now its easy for you to give a fuck
And I don't know if I miss you
I change my mind every second
'Cause losing you was a tragedy
But now it's looking like a blessing
[Chorus]
These days you don't ever hit my phone
I guess you're doing better on your own
Used to have my back and now you don't
Tell me, girl, when did you get so cold? Oh
These days you don't ever hit my phone (Oh)
I guess you're doing better on your own (Oh)
Used to have my back and now you don't (Oh)
Tell me, girl, when did you get so cold? (Oh)

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh