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Let's pretend I had hundreds of thousands of friends And none of them would care if I'm dead Would I be any happier then? In the end Close to sellin' out tonight Cross my heart and hope to die Already did it once but I don't wanna do it twice (twice) Lookin' at these centre folds (centre folds) Fuck, I'm feelin' hella old (hella old) I'm tryin' to shine but glitter ain't always gold So I try On for size all the things I don't like Click the link below to subscribe Maybe I could be hot if I If I was hot on Spotify (La dee da, dee da, dee da, dee da) Just another playlist bitch, yeah If I was hot on Spotify (La dee da, dee da, dee da, dee da) Nothin' but a playlist bitch, yeah If I was a face on the screen Would they make me the flavour of the week? Cut me down into someone I know that I couldn't be Try to fit but I burst at the seams So it seems, yeah Close to sellin' out tonight Cross my heart and hope to die Already did it once but I don't wanna do it twice (twice) Lookin' at these centre folds (centre folds) Fuck, I'm feelin' hella old (hella old) I'm tryin' to shine but glitter ain't always gold So I try On for size all the things I don't like Click the link below to subscribe Maybe I could be hot if I If I was hot on Spotify (La dee da, dee da, dee da, dee da) Just another playlist bitch, yeah If I was hot on Spotify (La dee da, dee da, dee da, dee da) Nothin' but a playlist bitch, yeah If I was hot on Spotify (La dee da, dee da, dee da, dee da) Just another playlist bitch, yeah (I could be hot)
Writer(s): Ally Sou, Andrew Martino, Theo Tams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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