Number 1

If you wanna be sick, then you can't be late You gotta act quick 'cause your looks will fade In a year or two, what you gonna do? I wanna be praised for the words I choose Jealousy is okay if I speak my truth Fuck Charlie Puth, ahaha (Yeah) And his perfect pitch too And if I don't want what the radio wants Then I might get dropped and I might be wrong But I think this song, it's a big hit song It's a number o-o-o-o-o-one And so I got drunk with a rockstar once In a big tour bus and I played my song And he said, "Hold up, what a really good song" It's a number o-o-o-o-o-one, oh Uh, what's up, my guy Uh, remember me? We met at the show, I gave you my CD I was just wondering if you heard it, uh, if you have a CD player or whatever Just let me know Everybody else steals 'cause they gotta chase clout It's a way to get rich, baby, there's no doubt But I never would, 'cause I'm hella good I'm a lyrical mastermind, ahead of my time Accused at times, I use AI, but that's a lie You're so dumb, it's RhymeZone.com And it might sound wrong, but I think my tongue Is a gift from God, gimme a Grammy nod 'Cause I wrote this song, it's a big hit song It's a number o-o-o-o-o-one And I might get dropped 'cause I like punk rock And I won't suck— in Diddy's fancy ass loft, yeah I feel so wrong, but it could've been done For a number one Uh-uh-uh-uh! Ah, Ahhhh! You love it! You love it! You love it! You love it! You love it! No, no, no And if I blow up in a cringe TikTok Like a trendy-ass fuck, maybe that's my luck Ooh, look, a platinum blonde with a platinum song It's a number one And if I sing along with the autotune on Then I can't go wrong, no, I can't go wrong With a little build-up and a big bass drop It's a number o-o-o-o-o-one (Ow!) It's a number o-o-o-o-o-one It's a number o-o-o-o-o-one, uh