I'm Insecure

You know he plays a gold top You know I have a gold top in my wardrobe You know he likes it real hot I think I got a couple cronies in my cold box And now he's poking up in my business Tell me, what's on your Amazon wishlist? Run to the bathroom, feeling kinda seasick No service, does my butt look big in this? You rock the boat, now the kitchen is shaking I should've listened to the Trip Advisor rating It's your fault that my tummy is aching What the hell am I saying? I'm insecure I wanna go home I got a bad case of imposter syndrome I'm insecure What a big fat mess The damage is done I need a brand new head He tells me pop the champagne I know he wants a big spray for the pictures I know he's watching my weight (ah! Ah!) He thinks I'm better off thin for the big day Our first date when you said there's no one like me We went home and ate a tub of Twix ice cream Caught in the moment, woke up by a bad dream You were sat awake sweating out the vaccine Six months later, something started changing People gave us shit about the music we were making It's your fault that my tummy starting aching What the hell am I saying? I'm insecure I wanna go home I got a bad case of imposter syndrome I'm insecure What a big fat mess The damage is done I need a brand new head I'm insecure I wanna go home I got a bad case of imposter syndrome I'm insecure What a big fat mess The damage is done I need a brand new head I'm insecure I wanna go home I got a bad case of imposter syndrome I'm insecure What a big fat mess The damage is done I need a brand new head This is the end of the song And it's coming up Now