| This song goes out to my future ex-boyfriend
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| Pack yo' shit
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| You say you only fuckin' me for the views
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| But I don’t care, 'cuz the view I get when I fuck you
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| You’re tellin' everyone that you’re a secret top
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| The only place you fuck me is in my ears when you talk
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| Your voice is almost as deep as your pores
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| And that says a lot, 'cuz you got a lot of face sores
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| You should get popcorn tatted on your back
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| That way you’ll «pop, pop!"when I pop the pimples on your back
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| You got what I need
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| A boyish face with a girlish body
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| Your pale-ass body and your sharp-ass teeth
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| Got Bill Skarsgård and Pennywise quaking
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| You kinda look like the guy from Worth It
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| But less rich, less cute, and more likely to suck dick
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| You got your star on a channel called Clevver
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| You know, that Youtube channel that people watch never
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| I don’t need the Psychic Twins warning me of danger
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| I look at your forehead and I see my future
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| You got what I need
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| A boyish face with a girlish body
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| You started from the bottom and you’re still a bottom
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| You got what I need
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| A boyish face with a girlish body |