Baby face, yeah, the cheeks fat, pull down my dress with one hand

My phone's open to Apple Maps

I look like the first scene in SVU before the Gap ad

Except I make it home wishing he'd taken a real stab at it, duh-duh

Pull up with the squad one of one, I'm the company

I only have value in the attention economy

I wanna do it big but if you really put a gun to me

I'd say nothing at all or "bet you won't you fucking wannabe"

Ambivalent and bad, ha-ha

Passive suicidal still I hit 'em with the cha cha

Wake up early morning to the rats and cucarachas

Rise and shine my freaky little friends

I need some commas like a run-on sentence

No, I do not fuck with clauses

Even though I'm broke like I could go out on an auto

Payment any day now pray to God it's not tomorrow

I don't wanna beg, steal, or borrow, man I wanna have it

Have it, he said put the fries in the bag miss

Have it, yeah, a bitch is smoking on some fat dick

Have it, like I'm on the cusp of something magic

But I got one little pea under my mattress (I don't have it)

Have it, running on the fumes that I gaslit

Have it, running out of room for my madness

Batshit, 401k I'm 'boutta cash it, cash out

Lemme hear the money sound go (brr)

I really, really wanna zig-a-zig on (I wanna, I wanna)

Sort of like the spice girls if spices were ssris

I've got a kink for when people fucking despise me

I think they're on to something and please would they advise me further (where?)

Where do I get off? How do I go even harder? (How?)

How do I go on embarrassing myself?

I martyr (to!) My name to the cause of slight improvement to the art form (what?)

Was it worth it? I mean one time they flew me to ann arbor, so

Rumpa-pum-pum, barump-bump-bumpa

Smokeshow baby with the skunk-unk-unka

Curvy curly but I'm also kinda like your uncle (merry Christmas)

Push away the thought when I drop the dump-dumpling

Dimples in my cheeks, you can see when I bend over

Didn't meet on hinge you know I met that dog on Rover

Looking like a stepdance wig with a hangover

But a whore stays lucky like a four-leaf clover!

Ambivalent and bad, ha-ha

Passive suicidal still I hit 'em with the cha cha

Wake up early morning to the rats and cucarachas

Rise and shine my freaky little friends

I need some commas like a run-on sentence

No, I do not fuck with clauses

Even though I'm broke like I could go out on an auto

Payment any day now, pray to god it's not tomorrow

I don't wanna beg, steal, or borrow, man I wanna have it

Have it, he said put the fries in the bag miss

Have it, yeah, a bitch is smoking- (smoking fat dick)

Have it, like I'm on the cusp of something magic

But I got one little pea under my mattress, I don't have it

Have it, running on the fumes that I gaslit

Have it, running out of room for my madness

Batshit, 401k I'm 'boutta cash it, cash out

Lemme hear the money sound go (brr)

It's spice spice bitch, I'm running through your cut

He said "pcp" I said, "you mean like angel dust?"

"No like primary care physician", I said "are you on drugs?

Fuck I look like I'm insured? I'm getting off this bus!"

"Man, this is an ambulance we can't permit you to leave

You're a candidate for psychiatric hold, it's mandated that you can it, see?

You said too much and this is where you go until you can manage these

Thoughts of offing yourself like if you wanted to

Then by all means, go ahead! Be my fucking guest, make my fucking day

One less name to file, one less case is piled on my plate

I make like 40k a year and my six kids are doing great"

I said "I wanna die even more now, I mean, ha-ha jk"

Ambivalent and bad, ha-ha

Active suicidal still I hit 'em with the cha cha

Wake up early morning to the rats and cucarachas

Rise and shine my freaky little friends

I need some commas like a run-on sentence

No, I do not fuck with clauses

Even though I'm broke like I could go out on an auto

Payment any day now, pray to god it's not tomorrow

I don't wanna beg, steal, or borrow, man I wanna have it