Lyrics
So I got a text the other day
And he was like
"Hey, heard your song on Spotify
Love the new direction and the track is tight
But I had a small note about that one line
Am I supposed to be that guy with tattoos on his thighs?"
And I'm like, "Yes, that's you
Hate to be rude
But you're the worst, so I wrote it 'bout you"
I saw him typing, then the bubble went away
Then he hit me back
"Oh cool, well anyway"
You wanna be friends?
Well, isn't that nice? Isn't that cute?
I can watch you play pretend
But no offense
But you're an ass-kisser, eighth grader
Write your notes on graph paper
Loud neighbour, line cutter
God, you're such a motherfucker
And you wonder why I don't call back
You are bad, but
Not like that
You're a puppy hater, gold-digger
Emmy losin' actor, dick rider, gaslighter
Start a bunch of house fires
And you wonder why I don't call back
You are bad, but
Not like that (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom, boom-boom)
"Hey, did you block me on Instagram?"
And I'm like, "Yeah
'Cause you're the type of guy to push your grandma down the stairs
Steal her money and leave her there"
You wanna be friends?
Well, isn't that nice? Isn't that cute?
I can watch you play pretend
But in the end
You're an ass-kisser, eighth grader
Write your notes on graph paper
Loud neighbour, line cutter
God, you're such a motherfucker
And you wonder why I don't call back
You are bad, but
Not like that
You're a puppy hater, gold-digger
Emmy losin' actor, dick rider, gaslighter
Start a bunch of house fires
And you wonder why I don't call back
You are bad, but
Not like that
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la
No grandmas were harmed in the making of this song (la, la, la)
Except his-