| My best friend fucked my ex-boyfriend |
| Now his best friend hits me up |
| When I post things for attention |
| We all need an intervention |
| 'Cause ride or die’s turn to sex and lies |
| No, we don’t commit too much |
| We’re power trippin', loving it |
| That’s the way we do it, we |
| Glorify our problems |
| But we never solve 'em |
| We’re too busy |
| Acting like we know too much |
| Fakin' love and fuckin' up |
| Our friendships |
| We don’t feel connected |
| We’re too busy |
| Talkin' shit and losin' sleep |
| We make it look easy |
| I do my best, get it off my chest |
| But they never know what I mean |
| All I wanna do is please |
| People, but they’re killin' me |
| Got me cryin' over nothin' |
| But at least I know that I’m high |
| I’m tryna live for something |
| But really I don’t know what |
| 'Cause nothing’s gonna please me |
| No one’s gonna raise me |
| Young and dumb and needy |
| Makin' it look easy |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
| We don’t trust |
| No-oh-oh-oh-oh |
| One, 'cause |
| We don’t wanna work on it |
| We’d rather sit and |
| Glorify our problems |
| But we never solve 'em |
| We’re too busy |
| Acting like we know too much |
| Fakin' love and fuckin' up |
| Our friendships |
| We don’t feel connected |
| We’re too busy |
| Talkin' shit and losin' sleep |
| We make it look easy |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Na-na-na-na-na-na |
| (Please) |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Na-na-na-na-na-na |
| (Please) |
| Glorify our problems |
| But we never solve 'em |
| We’re too busy |
| Acting like we know too much |
| Fakin' love and fuckin' up |
| Our friendships |
| We don’t feel connected |
| We’re too busy |
| Talkin' shit and losin' sleep |
| We make it look easy |
| Na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Na-na-na-na-na-na |
| Easy |