britney in 07

I feel like Britney in '07, you about to catch these hands (pew, pew, pew) Goin' through some shit, it seem like no one understands (uh) I'm 'bout to fuck shit up and post it all on Instagram (ah) I feel like Gucci Mane the day after he got up out of jail (brr) I don't have the option or the stamina to fail (wop) But givin' up feels easy when my mind is weak, my body is frail (I just, I just, I just can't take this shit), yeah So take all my money Take it all from me Before I hurt myself or somebody If I could, I would feel nothing Tell the world and nevermind I feel like shit, I feel like shit I'ma walk up in the club like wrist, wrist, wrist I bought a new house, I bought a new whip I'ma burn that shit down, I'ma drive it off a cliff (um, what?) I feel like shit, I feel like shit I'ma walk up to my boss, tell him, "Suck my dick" I feel like shit, I feel like shit '26 any worse, I'ma lose my shit, yeah I feel like Miley in that video, the world is on my balls I don't trust no humans, ain't nobody I could call My whole life is like a fashion show, they wait for me to fall (oh, oh, oh, whoa, period), yeah They said I need another viral hit that they can make a dance to Like, "Yeet, 6-7, whoa," that's something that I can do I'm 'bout to shave my head, delete my channel on YouTube, yeah, yeah Because I make all my money, they take it all from me I wanna hurt myself or somebody And it's bad to make assumptions, but I think this song's a sign That I feel like shit, I feel like shit I'ma walk up in the club like wrist, wrist, wrist I bought a new house, I bought a new whip I'ma burn that shit down, I'ma drive it off a cliff (um, what?) I feel like shit, I feel like shit I'ma walk up to my boss, tell him, "Suck my dick" I feel like shit, I feel like shit '26 any worse, I'ma lose my shit, yeah What's wrong with you, what's wrong with me? I tried to keep a secret, I keep spillin' all the tea Been standin' on my business, but it ain't clockin' for real Yeah, uh-uh What's wrong with me? I'm not okay But if Britney could survive '07, you could do today And it's hard to be a liar and the same time keep it real I feel like shit, I feel like shit I'ma walk up in the club like wrist, wrist, wrist I bought a new house, I bought a new whip I'ma burn that shit down, I'ma drive it off a cliff (um, what?) I feel like shit, I feel like shit I'ma walk up to my boss, tell him, "Suck my dick" I feel like shit, I feel like shit '26 any worse, I'ma lose my shit, yeah (yeah, how 'bout no?)