He said I smiled too much
Couldn't take me serious
Bet I flew there with a trust fund
Not like I'd done the work I'd done
Thought I was going to Coachella
Like he knew better
Please just sign off my ESTA
And I'll leave you behind forever
Way to kill my mood
Fuck you
For your casual sexism
And your attitude
Way to end my vibe
When I was on a high
I guess a temper's infectious
And you coughed on mine
Oooh
Temper
Temper
Oooh
Way to kill my mood
Fuck you
For your casual sexism
And your attitude
Way to end my vibe
When I was on a high
I guess a temper's infectious
And you coughed on mine
Way to kill my mood
Fuck you
I won't spend a single lyric more on you
'Cos you wrecked my vibe
When I was on a high
A temper's infectious
And you coughed on mine
A temper's infectious
