Letras
This so cringe girl you should quit
Trying too hard but you don't fit
Singing in an empty room, nobody cares
This ain't yours, you're wasting the air
Looks good on mute, turn it off, keep it clean
Go get a job, stop chasing the dream
My gran stood up to shut it down
You got no talent, you're a clown
Way too late to dictate my fate
You're full of shit, I'm full of hate
I'm not here to be your punching bag
Your face - my spit! I punch right back!
Way too late to dictate my fate
You're full of shit, I'm full of hate
I'm not here to be your punching bag
Your face - my spit! I punch right back!
You think you're so original
You've been rage-baited
There's no point in hating me
I'm already hated
I am my biggest critic, you're already behind
If you think your comments matter gotta be outta yo mind
I'll make it short, before you blink
I am much worse you'll ever think
Fucked in the head, code red, brain dead
Don't dare to look at me - this is your end
Don't try to talk to me I'm the motherfucking beast
I am the queen of psycho creeps
Way too late to dictate my fate
You're full of shit, I'm full of hate
I'm not here to be your punching bag
Your face - my spit! I punch right back!
Way too late to dictate my fate
You're full of shit, I'm full of hate
I'm not here to be your punching bag
Your face - my spit! I punch! RIGHT! back!
If self hate were a contest I'd make rivals cry hard
If doubts were made of rock i'd be a rock star
With my negative vibrations I can cause an earthquake
If pessimism were science I'd score top grades, I
Was told to put my pain in lyrics and I wrote a million sheets
I cause depression to my beats
Jump up motherfucka jump!
You're way too late to dictate my fate
You're full of shit, I'm full of hate
I'm not here to be your punching bag