[Verse 1]
You told me you miss me
And you think I'm inconsiderate
And you're dating a new girl
Who lives on La Brea
So I let you kiss me just for the hell of it
And we took a drive out to Point Dume
[Pre-Chorus]
Wasn't it sweet?
On the beach with our sunshine lobotomies
You make me feel just like ketamine
Not remembering anything
[Chorus]
I don't really mind
Sitting in the traffic, listening to music
I don't really mind
Skipping all the bad shit, dazing in your Buick
I don't really mind
In the wrong direction, missing all the exits
Don't say what's on your mind
'Cause I don't wanna know
[Verse 2]
Are you mad that I got bored or mad that I'm admitting it?
We drop off the rеntal and I cry just a little bit
Are you mad I owe you monеy
Or are you mad that I didn't mention it?
Dunno what you wanted but I know that I couldn't give you it
[Pre-Chorus]
But wasn't it sweet?
On the beach with our sunshine lobotomies
You make me feel just like ketamine
Not remembering anything
[Chorus]
I don't really mind
Sitting in the traffic, listening to music
I don't really mind
Skipping all the bad shit, dazing in your Buick
I don't really mind
In the wrong direction, missing all the exits
Don't say what's on your mind
'Cause I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
[Bridge]
I don't really mind
If I hurt your feelings, feeling good's expensive
Do it all the time
I don't really, I don't, I don't really mind
[Outro]
I don't really mind
Sitting in the traffic, listening to music
I don't really mind
Skipping all the bad shit, dazing in your Buick
I don't really mind
In the wrong direction, missing all the exits
Don't say what's on your mind
'Cause I don't wanna know
BUICK was written by Raffaella & Marshall Vore & Charlie Hickey.
BUICK was produced by Lupin.
A lot of people think this is a love song, which is funny ’cause we wrote it as more of a diss track. I definitely don’t come across as the best person in this; I was absolutely inconsiderate and I did owe him money, which I was not proud of, but I do believe that was just a response to the dysfunct...