Letras
You can catch me fishing on the moon at night
'Cause I'm gonna make my dream work
My baby look amazing in a two-piece
Better wearing nothing but my t-shirt
She's calling me a freak, only when I'm in the sheets
She don't know it so I teach her
So sweet she complaining that her teeth hurt
Ah shit, I just kiss her better, we got teamwork
I'm gonna be the biggest in the world
If you don't believe me
Turn this off right now and never buy my CD
Show me no respect and never add me to your playlist
As your speaker plays this, I'm gonna be the greatest
Suffering in silence, that's a daily habit
Hypocritical yute, just know I'm working on it
I tell my girl to never bottle up her problems
My version of it's full up to the brim and I'm still hurting from it
From young I've been gifted with words
Might sound weird but I'm so sick they're hers
How am I supposed to tell my mother with
Anxiety that I do too without triggering her's?
My liver full of liquor that burns
You don't listen to my problems but you listen to hers
When it comes to chatting 'bout real life shit
You're a dickhead if you think that it ain't different for girls
Yutes getting gassed off a large chatty
I just grab a pen until my palms sweaty, my heart's heavy
Only drank a half bevvy
But I'm feeling low already like the glass empty
All I'm seeing's love but it's half envy
And all we see is green but we aren't ready
So I'm linking out but tryna keep the car steady
My eyes are still red from that last zeggy
Time to put my foot down like traffic lights
I've got an appetite for magic sights
And my presence is a present so I wrap it tight
Thoughts are brightest when there's a lack of light
A pen is what I grab at night
I'm sipping on spirits and I'm not adding Sprite
Michael Jackson, it don't matter if it's black or white
I sit back and write
I'm wide awake until I'm satisfied
But nothing's easy in this manic life
It's like I can't wait for heartbreak
Racing to the top but feels like I'm stuck in last place
If revenge is sweet, fam I got a harsh taste
And don't act as if you rate me if you half fake
And if you aren't fake, then I'll ask you how my arse taste
But everyone has hard days
My brain is just working at a fast pace
And I'm just tryna slow it down like a car's brakes
The world's fucked but I didn't get the memo though
I'm not a fridgey girl but feels like I would never blow
She calls me James Bay but I let it go
Fam I swear she made my head explode