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