Baby face, yeah the cheeks fat
Pull down my dress with one hand
My phone's open to Apple maps
I look like the first scene in SVU
Before the Gap ad
Except I m ake it home wishing
He'd taken a real stab at it
Duh-duh
Pull up with the squad
One of one
I'm the company
I only have value
In the attention economy
I wanna do it big but
If you really put a gun to me
I'd say nothing at all or
"Bet you won't
You fucking wannabe"
Ambivalent and bad, ha ha
Passive suicidal still
I hit em with the cha cha
Wake up early morning
To the rats and cucarachas
Rise and shine my freaky little friends
I need some commas
Like a run-on sentence
No I do not fuck with clauses
Even though I'm broke like
I could go out on an auto-payment
Any day now pray to God it's not tomorrow
I don't wanna beg, steal, or borrow
Man I wanna have it
Have it
He said put the fries in the bag miss
Have it
Yeah a bitch is smoking
On some fat dick
Have it
Like I'm on the cusp of something magic
But I got one little pea under my mattress
I don't have it
Have it
Running on the fumes that I gaslit
Have it
Running out of room for my madness
Batshit
401k I'm boutta cash in, cash out
Lemme hear that money sound go
(Brrrrr)
I really really wanna zig-a-zig I'm
Sort of like the Spice Girls if
Spices were SSRIs
I've got a kink for when
People fucking despise me
I think they're on to something and
Please would they advise me further
(Where?)
Where do I get off?
How do I go even harder?
(How?)
How do I go on embarrassing myself?
I martyr (To!) my name to the cause of
Slight improvement to the art form
(What?)
Was it worth it? I mean one time
They flew me to Ann Arbor, so
Rumpa-pum-pum
Barump-bump-bumpa
Smokeshow baby with
The skunk-unk-unka
Curvy curly but I'm also
Kinda like your uncle (Merry Christmas)
Push away the thought
When I drop the dump-dumpling
Dimples in my cheeks
You can see when I bend over
Didn't meet on Hinge you know
I met that dog on Rover
Looking like a stepdance wig
With a hangover
But a whore stays lucky
Like a four-leaf clover!
Ambivalent and bad, ha ha
Passive suicidal still
I hit em with the cha cha
Wake up early morning
To the rats and cucarachas
Rise and shine my freaky little friends
I need some commas
Like a run-on sentence
No I do not fuck with clauses
Even though I'm broke like
I could go out on an auto-payment
Any day now pray to God it's not tomorrow
I don't wanna beg, steal, or borrow
Man I wanna have it
Have it
He said put the fries in the bag miss
Have it
Yeah a bitch is smoking
(Smoking fat dick!)
Have it
Like I'm on the cusp of something magic
But I got one little pea under my mattress
I don't have it
Have it
Running on the fumes that I gaslit
Have it
Running out of room for my madness
Batshit
401k I'm boutta cash in, cash out
Lemme hear that money sound go
(brrrrr)
It's Spice Spice bitch
I'm running through your cut
He said "PCP" I said
"You mean like angel dust?"
"No like primary care physician"
I said "Are you on drugs?
Fuck I look like I'm insured?
I'm getting off this bus!"
"Ma'am this is an ambulance
We can't permit you to leave
You're a candidate for
Psychiatric hold it's mandated
That you can it, see
You said too much and
This is where you go until
You can manage these
Thoughts of offing yourself
Like if you wanted to
Then by all means
Go ahead! Be my fucking guest
Make my fucking day
One less name to file
One less case is piled on my plate
I make like 40k a year and
My six kids are doing great"
I said "I wanna die even more now
I mean, haha jk"
Ambivalent and bad, ha ha
Active suicidal still
I hit em with the cha cha
Wake up early morning
To the rats and cucarachas
Rise and shine my freaky little friends
I need some commas
Like a run-on sentence
No I do not fuck with clauses
Even though I'm broke like
I could go out on an auto-payment
Any day now pray to God it's not tomorrow
I don't wanna beg, steal, or borrow
Man I wanna have it
