This is ya story
I’m really sorry to tell u
But listen you fools straight up
My life is promising, I have a long way to go.
I sometimes tackle idiots.
So just stay out of my way because I’m in an awful mood.
Just.
Because I played with you a little. Oh, well.
Don’t be mistaken. Look at you, oh my.
You’re the bottom over there. I’m a top model.
Play no game, game.
I don’t think you know me.
I’m sorry but do you know me?
Then why are you making so much noise?
Here’s some attention, you don’t matter.
Oh baby oh honey.
Could it be because you like me?
Oh no no no no no.
No thank you, you don’t matter nah.
You You You You You.
And me me me me me.
We we we we we we.
Can‘t be friends that’s the end of story.
You You You You You.
And me me me me me.
We we we we we we.
Can‘t be friends (I’m sorry).
Excuse me, do you know me?
I don’t even know myself, what do you know?
Then why are you blah blah-ing behind my back?
Say it to my face, face.
You have manners but are ill-mannered.
What should I call this feeling I get when I look at you?
Hm, it’s like broken nails I just did yesterday.