Everyone says my name But I don't know who they are Get the fuck off my cock I don't know why you stalk me Is it because we are stars And you look so basic I fucked your mom really hard And your music is shit Designer drugs, I got it out the mud Xanax bars, Mascara
Don't play with me I'm so geeked I didn't eat for 2 weeks
But yeah, I'm in Chanel With the hearts in my hair Baby, count my racks I'll give you my Gloomy Bear It's 1981, we look so glamorous I'm in the backstage You can't get in the club
I don't know, I don't know I don't know who you are Bitch get off my dick You sound fucking dumb You have no style You make me wanna throw up (ugh)
Hollywood party, I'm off Adrenochrome Yeah the freaks get it up to the disco I'm in designer shit, I get it from Satan Reading Leviticus Haters make me famous
Everyone says my name But I don't know who they are Get the fuck off my cock I don't know why you stalk me Is it because we are stars And you look so basic I fucked your mom really hard And your music is shit Designer drugs, I got it out the mud Xanax bars, Mascara
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