Lyrics No Offense - Kitty

No Offense

I feel like I should think of something to say here
But I can’t
You’re fool’s gold, you’re cubic zirconium
You’re hoein' 'em, you are cubic zirconium
You are fool’s gold
You fit a fool’s mold, glowin' like diamonds
Your molecules’ll prove you’re hoein' 'em
You’re cubic zirconium
You’re fool’s gold
You fit a fool’s mold, you’re a fool, old man
You’re, you’re cubic zirconium
You are fool’s gold
You’re hoein' 'em, you’re cubic zirconium
Had you wrapped around my finger but, er
There’s a little green ring there now, ew
How will I get your residue off?
You’re about as fraudulent as a mirage out in the desert
Blue peacock, you’re puffin' out your feathers to
Bring a bunch of bitches backstage into your dressing room
So you can treat it like a petting zoo
And you get heated that I never do,
why am I friends with you?
You say you’re silver, but you’re filler with a filagree
Ask the bitches that you’ve been chillin' with and they will agree
Smalls, you’re not hittin' the balls, you’re killin' me
Illegitimate like Bill and I am Hillary