Lyrics
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
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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
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