Lyrics Unfollowed. - Kitty

Unfollowed.

I didn’t wanna do it but I caved
And I’m bitter that I blew it
But I saved your digits so I hit hit him up at parties and at raves
And I said «I'm sorry for my art, it’s in my heart»
And it’s based like a god, like a bitch, like a Martian
I only start shit when I get Bacardi and I’m brave
I heartily forgave you for lying but I’m pretty sure I’m dying
And my room is like a grave
And I am relating to Aaliyah cause you say
You’re gonna leave her but you ain’t
And I’ve been patiently waiting since the day that you asked
But your mom would have a problem if we date
And then what?
What then?
Um
I’ll blubber to my friends and let them say
FUCK MEN!
By that they mean you
How rude
FUCK THEM, right?
But what should I expect?
What then?
Um
I’ll blubber to my friends and let them say
FUCK MEN!
By that they mean you
How rude
FUCK THEM, right?
But what should I expect?
And I can tell I’m agitating you
With the badgering I do
I’m attached and I knew it
But I want to let it past and get it through
How’s it getting all the ass I know you do?
And I’ll admit the stalker thing’s a pretty bad plan
But I’m just a little girl and you’re a grown ass man
But like, I know how to handle you
Fucking with the kid you say you want to lend a hand to
But she’s a hottie, I can’t even hold a candle
You could’ve gave a Twitter to me, you could’ve used a handle
Said, I know you’re prettier but could you lend you man to me
Could’ve avoided a whole scandal
This isn’t what I planned, you’re more demanding that I thought
And I am flakier than dandruff
I want to hold your hand and look outlandish together
And perpetuate propaganda
But what now?
What then?
I’ll blubber to my friends and let them say
FUCK MEN!
By that they mean you
How rude
FUCK THEM, right?
But what should I expect?
What then?
I’ll blubber to my friends and let them say
FUCK MEN!
By that they mean you
How rude
FUCK THEM, right?
But what should I expect?
I know the stalker thing’s a pretty bad plan
But I’m just a little girl and I’m your number one fan
And everybody tells me you’re a grown ass man but
I know how to handle you
The stalker thing was a pretty bad plan
But I’m just a little girl and I’m your number one fan
And I know that you’re a grown ass man but
I know how to handle you
My fans enable me and kissing your butt
And then everybody twists, it’s a publicity stunt
Kitty is a chicken, or what?
I’m a flinch and I’m a stick in the mud
All I talk about is rhymes, though
Cause what is there to say when we’re sleeping in different time zones?
(something, something) California, Vermont
But ooh, you’re the one that I want
We talk a little, then eventually stop and
Ooh, you’re the one that I want
We talk a little, then eventually stop and
Ooh, you’re the one that I want