Hudební video
Hudební video
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kriselle Layon
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kriselle Layon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kriselle Layon
Executive Producer
Texty
I'll be honest, I'm way too damn good for all these bitches
Tell me which of these bitches could handle all this business?
I'll be honest, I'm on a higher level than these bitches
Motherfucker, I'm the one to back it when I talk shit
I got slacking collaborators that don't see me as a priority
Good for them, but I'm the type to cut those who be ignoring me
I don't fuck with you if cringe makes you see others belowingly
I'm stuck up like you, but I'm tryna put judgement below me
But you look like someone whose friends never shit on your passions
Misunderstandings, my whole life: uninformed reactions
So fuck all the flaky shit, I got my racks up bitch
I can finally bring the ghosts out and push this music shit
I'll be honest, I'm way too damn good for all these bitches
Tell me which of these bitches could handle all this business?
I'll be honest, I'm on a higher level than these bitches
Motherfucker, I'm the one to back it when I talk shit
Why do they see celebrity?
Taking their photos with me
Don't treat me like a prodigy, please calm my ego down
Why do they see celebrity?
Taking their photos with me
Don't treat me like a prodigy, please calm my ego down
Do you really think you got it all figured out?
Chin, I think you are a fucking clown
Explain your resentment, explain your depression
Explain your anger, loneliness, and unhealthy sexing obsessions
You would rather bag-chase than address it? That's cool
But moving forward, just keep it to yourself
And not on your spam
We don't care about your hell
On anti-social shit, the way I don't like people
I used to be talkative 'til I hurt all of my equals
Now I don't say shit, my moves do my speaking
I like being alone, it made my growth easy
Or maybe I don't
I'm followed by my past, my regrets, my actions
All my L's, they come back, from the gram, from one post
Just like that, feel so low, still doomscroll
Keep the app, need the chats
Fuck this shit! My mind's fucking haunted
Don't you get me started, I hate those fucking parties
They just keep on reminding that I am not their buddy
Everything falls apart, no longer feeling godly
Yet my mind denies, saying
"I'll be honest, I'm way too damn good for all these bitches
Tell me which of these bitches could handle all this business?
I'll be honest, I'm on a higher level than these bitches
Motherfucker, I'm the one to back it when I talk shit."
I'll be honest, I've always wanted to delete my Instagram
My feed will flooded with crushes that I could just never have
Like a Filipina mutual who liked Kick It and had a cute smile
Or my classmate who was in a sorority and liked Harry Styles
But I kept the 'gram 'cause that's how I connected with all of the creatives
Then that started getting weird when they got unreliable and flaky
Like when **** started working with Keshi and Cordae and then unfollowed
Or when **** struck a deal and became an actual fashion model
And seeing the way they acted on their feed drove me to be defocused
To me, you looked entitled
To you, I just looked hopeless
I just wanted to prove myself to you, my success would prove that I'm important
And maybe give me the chance to slide at those that I saw approach-less
But I'll be honest, I'm glad that I haven't succeeded yet
'Cause if I did in that moment, I think I'd still be just like them
I'd still be ego'ing my fellow creatives, I'm sorry for how I treated you Ethan
And I sorry to anyone who I turned down because I didn't believe in the music
Because what's an industry connection to a genuine connection?
The easy way out, the easy escape
Shout and scream away from the pain of making mistakes that you've made before
Now you're too scared to be vulnerable, and wouldn't ever dare to lose them again once more
So be the Mimic, it keeps you thinking that playing the part is what's yielding genuine friendships
But really refuse to remember all of those feelings of shame, the laughter and rejection
I'd rather go solo
Ridiculed or roasted, I'd rather go solo
Hikikomori tendencies, I'd rather go solo
Sitting in my memories, I'd rather go solo
And keep myself busy grindin' 5AM in the morning
"I just need to make progress on all of my problems."
"I just need to make progress on all of my problems."
"I just need to make progress on all of my problems."
"I just need to make progress on all of my problems."
Written by: Kriselle Layon