drunk

[Verse 1]

I'm in a new age, no more time for waiting

Sexy in the city, making sure he sees I'm pretty

Lip gloss in the light, out of sight, out of mind

I like this feeling when I'm like this

[Refrain]

I like this feeling when I'm like this

I like this feeling when I'm like this

[Verse 2]

No, I'm not looking for a man, I'm just looking for a chance

And if I break your heart from my antics, I can confess that I ain't shit, yet

I wanna get away from these dorks, I want agents from New York

Everybody wants to be the shit, but you can't be like this

[Refrain]

I like, like it— like it— I like, like it— like it—

I like this feeling when I'm likе this

I like, like it— like it— I likе, like it— like it—

I like this feeling when I'm like this

[Chorus]

You like this hair? Thank you

You like my dress? Thank you

You hate my attitude? Then fuck you

You hate my attitude? Well, screw you

I'm sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit

No apologies, fuck all of this shit

I'm sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit (Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)

No apologies, fuck all of this shit (Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, uh)

[Verse 3]

I like the sea, I like the breeze of no one hovering over me

I can go anywhere I want, from New York City to Vermont

I can't stop thinking of what I'd do in the future, I might screw

I break a heart right into two without a care, I should be sued

I'm not looking for a man, I'm just looking for a chance

And if I break your heart from my antics, I can confess that I ain't shit, yet

I wanna get away from these dorks, I want agents from New York

Everybody wants to be the shit, but y'all just look like dorks to me

[Refrain]

I like, like it— like it— I like, like it— like it—

I like this feeling when I'm like this

I like, like it— like it— I like, like it— like it—

I like this feeling when I'm like this

I like, like it— like it— I like, like it— like it—

I like this feeling when I'm like this

I like, like it— like it— I like, like it— like it—

I like this feeling when I'm like this

[Chorus]

You like this hair? Thank you

You like my dress? Thank you

You hate my attitude? Then fuck you

You hate my attitude? Well, screw you

I'm sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit

No apologies, fuck all of this shit

I'm sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit

No apologies, fuck all of this shit

[Outro]

I'm sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit

No apologies, fuck all of this shit