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(One, two, three, four) I hate social media But don't delete it off my phone I'll cry and say, "I need a break" Then get bored and go back in one day And I hate this fucking industry But I won't go back to college 'Cause it doesn't feed my narrative That I'm a victim to my problems Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now I don't think I really wanna figure it out I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground I don't think I really wanna figure it out I'll keep going on first dates With a bunch of people that I'll hate Complain about having no friends But be the first one to cancel plans I don't think I asked for your advice No, wait actually I did But do it lazy things too hard, I need it chaotic Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now I don't think I really wanna figure it out I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground I don't think I really wanna figure it out I have 99 problems, but I'll make up everyone of them If I want to be a stubborn bitch, that's my prerogative I feed my ego by not making any sense Didn't ask to be born insecure with a god complex Haven't you learned I'm a bullshitter by now I don't think I really wanna figure it out I'll sing the blues and run self-help books into the ground I don't think I really wanna figure it out Hope my self awareness is endearing And doesn't make me come across as shitty But I can promise you one thing I'm working on myself by doing nothing