Bianca

You're getting back at me for coming clean

You know yourself you shouldn’t act so green

And now you’re breaking up from what I see

And now I feel you staring back at me

Oh to be chill like Bianca

Chill, like Bianca

Bianca

Chill, like Bianca

You wouldn’t know it

If it hit you smack dab in your face

And now I’m a mess over fried chicken

And here you are talking me down

Oh to be chill like Bianca

Chill, like Bianca

Bianca

Chill, like Bianca