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I think I gotta be honest to myself I could never be anybody else I could never please everybody else But I care too much for everybody Like toxic candy bar, I will consume it I made it pretty far, but that's not enough yet I gave my best from the east to the west Still getting tested, people don't get it Oh, she doesn't smoke She doesn't show her skin I heard she doesn't drink Who does she think she is? What is that on her head? Does not make sense to me Oh, who is she? Oh, she Muslim, why She singin' on stage? She's showin' her neck in public I don't like it Does not make sense to me Let me leave another comment out of spite Let's hope I get more likes Let me leave another comment out of spite Let's hope I get more likes Here's the story of me being true to me I got the music and faith inside of me One says just get on with the times One says your livin' in a lie Why can't they leave me alone I'm doing good on my own They always up in my zone These people thinkin' they know Everything they know about me Getting on the phone to write this Oh, she doesn't smoke She doesn't show her skin I heard she doesn't drink Who does she think she is? What is that on her head? Does not make sense to me Oh, who is she? Oh, she Muslim, why She singin' on stage? She's showin' her neck, in public I don't like it Does not make sense to me Let me leave another comment out of spite Let's hope I get more likes Let me leave another comment out of spite Let's hope I get more likes Okay, you know it don't make sense to me When people ain't the people they pretend to be It weirds me out, but hear me out Instagram really had a tendency To give people superficial dependencies Okay, but shit I be postin' pics until it make me sick Tryna get a fix from a click That's just how it is If you gotta post a booty pic to keep the lights on Then right on, but I ain't for writin' 'bout it in my songs So no, I barely smoke Ain't got the strap Ain't catchin' no bodies I'm just a nobody, nobody knows And I ain't livin' by nobody's rules Nah, nah And I ain't stayin' in Studio City Actin' like I'm next door to Diddy, pity Everybody postin' 'bout shit they don't really got And all your likes and comments comin' from a bot Oh, she doesn't smoke She doesn't show her skin I heard she doesn't drink Who does she think she is? What is that on her head? Does not make sense to me Oh, who is she? Oh, she Muslim, why She singin' on stage? She's showin' her neck, in public I don't like it Does not make sense to me (You don't know, you don't know) You don't know (What it's like) What it's like To be me (You don't know, you don't know) You don't know (What it's like) Yeah