Akon - Used To Know Remix (feat. Gotye, Money J, Frost)

I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er Kickin' back in my 2 seater I'm through with ya, I don't remember Nothin' 'bout ya, amnesia I moved on, adios Pop your bottles, make a toast Whole pockets, filled up Nothin' but dead folks You thought that I was gonna save you Tried to play but I played you Louie V, D&G Look at your wheat which I made you I'm cold hearted, no feelings My McLaren got no ceiling Fast life, can am On 85, three wheelin' Panamera, new Ferrari Paint job, caucasian Two hoes, half asian Two mo', Venezuelan Through with ya, now kick rocks S1's in my tick tock 10 bricks for this wrist watch It's over babe, straight drop What the fuck? Heyo Whoo Kid, run that shit back God damn I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er Kickin' back in my 2 seater I'm through with ya, I don't remember Nothin' 'bout you, amnesia I moved on, adios Pop your bottles, make a toast Whole pockets, filled up Nothin' but dead folks You thought that I was gonna save you Tried to play but I played you Louie V, D&G Look at your wheat which I made you I'm cold hearted, no feelings My McLaren got no ceiling Fast life, can am On 85, three wheelin' Panamera, new Ferrari Paint job, caucasian Two hoes, half asian Two mo', Venezuelan Through with ya, now kick rocks S1's in my tick tock 10 bricks for this wrist watch It's over babe, straight drop But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records and then change your number I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Money money money man I got DC's, crockodiles On both feet, Kai Peters Livin' life, screwed up Jump lane for 100 meters You spreadin' rumors, tellin' lies But that's bullshit, I'm too fly My heart cold, I don't feel Nothin' in it, it paralyzed You can have her, I cut 'er off She ain't know how to treat a boss I move pounds like Boston George Get high before I was record Mark Jacobs on my face Gator heads on my waist Makin' more, B-O-T I pop the trunk but there's lil space Goin' in on everything Head first, divin' for it You playin' games, changin' numbers And I ain't got time for it Drop the top, I need head room Flat screens in my bathroom I got red hoe' with long weave With Money Man on they tattoos But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records and then change your number I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know Ai-ain't in love with him, blood sucka Bleed his Pockets, then burn rubba You can look, never let him touch it Think about it all day – Mothafucka Run over niggas, road kill Need room to breathe like fish gills Give them to you? What's the use Give them away, goodwill High heels, TG's Got that ass movin' in 3D The riding cure everything's so Breezy Gotta fight him for me like Rhi Rhi Black Frost, heart cold Third eye, heart froze Oblivious, tagged toes Beauty and the beast, don