| Stop hitting up my phone like I’m famous
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| Stop hitting up my line, good gracious
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| I just wanna be my own person, minus hatred
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| Thinking I’m a loser, take a look at what you painted
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| You painting portraits of a winner, I’m sorry
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| Know you wanna see me fail, what you see is hardly
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| Asking me a lot of questions, name isn’t Safari
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| Greeting me with paragraphs, you faker than a Barbie, ugh
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| Get it? |
| 'Cause you sending me paragraphs, but you say stuff behind my back?
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| And Barbies are fake, so you’re faker than a Barbie
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| No? |
| Don’t get it? |
| Alright, whatever, anyways
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| See you salty in my DMs once again
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| See you posting ' bout your homies, but we know they ain’t your friends
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| Yeah, I know you think you’re cool, but take a look at where you landed
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| Why you try to get with girls you will never have a chance with? |
| (Oof)
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| Not my problem, I’m just bumping music in my car
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| My own music on the aux, like i’m a superstar
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| Sleeping, and I’m dreaming, making wishes in the well
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| I hope my music will be great, but only time will tell
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| But only time will tell
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| But only time will tell
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| But only time will tell
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| I hope my music will be great but time will tell |