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."