[Intro] So you really don’t feel me Thinking ’bout you, that’s wild Got me talking to the ceiling Like it’s picking up your dial (yeah) [Verse 1] Scroll through your page at 3 Pretend I tapped out, please Heart in my throat, low-key You out there sleeping clean I run our texts on loop All of the jokes, the truth You hit me once, then poof Guess I was just your muse I cancel plans for ghosts You out there doing the most I’m in your old crewneck You somewhere doing the toast I’m tryna act unbothered Friends say I should be harder But every time my phone buzz I still hope it’s you, I’m bothered (yeah) [Chorus] You don’t feel me thinking ’bout you That’s so crazy to me How I’m stuck up in this traffic You just cruising, easy Got my mind in your hands You don’t even see You don’t feel me thinking ’bout you That’s so crazy to me (so crazy to me) [Verse 2] I replay what you said “Hit me whenever, bet” Funny how doors swing shut Soon as I get attached You posted out, I’m in Four walls and quiet sins Liking your flicks then quit Backspace before I send I hate I care this much You barely think of us I build a world from dust You sweep it up for fun You couldn’t spot my hurt If I wore it on a shirt You’d just say “that’s kinda hard” Then go and text her first (wow) [Chorus] You don’t feel me thinking ’bout you That’s so crazy to me How I’m stuck up in this traffic You just cruising, easy Got my mind in your hands You don’t even see You don’t feel me thinking ’bout you That’s so crazy to me (so crazy to me) [Bridge] Maybe I’m just background In your highlight reel (yeah) Talking to your shadow Like the love is real You don’t even flinch When my name come up I’m out here losing sleep You just losing touch [Chorus] You don’t feel me thinking ’bout you That’s so crazy to me How I’m stuck up in this traffic You just cruising, easy Got my mind in your hands You don’t even see You don’t feel me thinking ’bout you That’s so crazy to me (so crazy to me)

rap, Sparse, moody trap beat built on detuned bells and a distant vocal chop, 140 BPM. Tight 808s and crisp hi-hats under female vocals that flip between laid-back rap in the verses and a catchy, melodic hook in the chorus. Ad-libs sprinkled for attitude; hook stacks with doubled leads and subtle harmonies for an obsessive, looping feel., hip hop

You Don’t Feel Me