She's afraid of silver hair
Goosed up on scanning codes and student loans
Say you like her nails
Well their baby boomer with the chrome
Baby daddy home don't know what she doin' on the low
Trynna hide it but her receipts are piling to her throat
She's a club girl
Dressed to the nines and she's miserable
Glorify the life and post it delete
Post it delete
One day you will say you wasted time
Tryna find yourself
But can't make space for god?
You're idolizing
Socializing
Eerie mornings
Lonely nights
Loyal to yourself
Your self-hatred's something else again
She's a club girl
Dressed to the nines and she's miserable
Glorify the life and post it delete
Post it delete