I don't do coke
That's a lie I do it sometimes
I like french fries
On the curly side
With the powder raw
And that kimchi sauce
Make that plate hot
I said no dawg
Pour another shot
Of that vodka
I like fast cars
I don't drive a car
I want a pick up truck
A baby blue Ford 1995
Britney Spears style
What would it take for me to just be me
I like to play smart but breathe easy
Convince you with my lies
I play hard on the nine to five, yeah
What would it take for me to just sink deep
I roll on the flex
I'm a chill bitch
I like the beach front but the poolside is where I dive
Yeah
On a more serious note now
I actually have daddy issues
I got dumped as a child
I sing about it all the time
I'm hoping another bitch can relate to the hate
I went through as a child
I wrote all the letters I was mad
But too scared to show my dad
I don't call him that
I tried to confront him but
I was faced with a total stranger
After 10 years of being apart
Not talking
I don't know you
You don't know who I am
State the facts
Couldn't have thought of that
Matter of fact
Just sit back
Feel the trap
You're a rat
In the cracks
Of my ceilings
They're my feelings
Don't you care of what my dream is
I can't fix this
With a prefix
Ask me a question
It's in pretence
You can pretend to be a parent
But I was raised
With a lot of praise
It's a haze
I'm amazed
You call my mama a f*cking craze
In this story that you
Laid out, laid out
And let it
Play out, play out
What's your plan
To kill my fam
F*ck that
And f*ck your family
I want my f*cking childhood back
You piece of shit
Somebody's gonna listen to this and think
Yeah, I relate to that bitch
There was a good one in there somewhere
How do you even say your name?
Where are you even from?
There's a lot of letters to that name
What would it take for me to just be me
I like to play smart but breathe easy
Convince you with my lies
I play hard in the nine to five, yeah
What would it take for me to just sink deep
I roll on the flex
I'm a chill bitch
I like the beach front
But the poolside is where I dive