Wannabe

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I'm from the city where all the kids are pretty but dumb

Which is a pity, they just don't get it

They call me crazy because I call me baby

And won't sit like a lady, no way, forget it

To all the stoners, the junkies and loners and menthol ciggie smokers

I am the queen of everything

But to the bullies who made fun of my hoodies

And used to say that I couldn't sing

I guess I'll always be a wannabe, baby

Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using

If you want to be a wannabe, baby

Then set yourself free and you can be a loser like me

I'm way too clever to talk about the weather

And every rumour ever made up to fit in

Fuck being thinner, I'm done with skipping dinner

And looking in the mirror for my ambition

To all the critics who listen to my lyrics

I'm totally prolific and capable of ruling the world

But to the bitches in West born into riches

Who think it's odd that I kiss girls

I guess I'll always be a wannabe, baby

Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using

If you want to be a wannabe, baby

Then set yourself free and you can be a loser like me

You can be a loser like me

You can be a loser like me

Be a loser like me

Be a loser like me

Be a loser like me, like me

Be a loser like me

Be a loser like me

Be a loser like me, like me

I guess I'll always be a wannabe, baby

Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using

If you want to be a wannabe, baby

Then set yourself free and you can be a loser

I will always be a wannabe, baby

Making art, pop music about the drugs I'm using

If you want to be a wannabe, baby

Then set yourself free and you can be a loser like me