This song goes out to my future ex-boyfriend
Pack yo’ sh**
You say you only f**in’ me for the views
But I don’t care, ‘cuz the view I get when I f** you
You’re tellin’ everyone that you’re a secret top
The only place you f** me is in my ears when you talk
Your voice is almost as deep as your pores
And that says a lot, ‘cuz you got a lot of face sores
You should get popcorn tatted on your back
That way you’ll “pop, pop!” when I pop the pimples on your back
You got what I need
A boyish face with a girlish body
Your pale-a** body and your sharp-a** teeth
Got Bill Skarsgård and Pennywise quaking
You kinda look like the guy from Worth It
But less rich, less cute, and more likely to s** dick
You got your star on a channel called Clevver
You know, that Youtube channel that people watch never
I don’t need the Psychic Twins warning me of danger
I look at your forehead and I see my future
You got what I need
A boyish face with a girlish body
You started from the bottom and you’re still a bottom
You got what I need
A boyish face with a girlish body