Sela - UNfollowed lyrics

I didn't wanna do it but I caved And I'm bitter that I blew it But I saved your digits so I hit hit him up at parties and at raves And I said "I'm sorry for my art, it's in my heart" And it's based like a god, like a b**h, like a Martian I only start sh** when I get Bacardi and I'm brave I heartily forgave you for lying but I'm pretty sure I'm dying And my room is like a grave And I am relating to Aaliyah cause you say You're gonna leave her but you ain't And I've been patiently waiting since the day that you asked But your mom would have a problem if we date And then what? What then? Um I'll blubber to my friends and let them say fu*k MEN! By that they mean you How rude fu*k THEM, right? But what should I expect? What then? Um I'll blubber to my friends and let them say fu*k MEN! By that they mean you How rude fu*k THEM, right? But what should I expect? And I can tell I'm agitating you With the badgering I do I'm attached and I knew it But I want to let it past and get it through How's it getting all the a** I know you do? And I'll admit the stalker thing's a pretty bad plan But I'm just a little girl and you're a grown a** man But like, I know how to handle you f**ing with the kid you say you want to lend a hand to But she's a hottie, I can't even hold a candle You could've gave a Twitter to me, you could've used a handle Said, I know you're prettier but could you lend you man to me Could've avoided a whole scandal This isn't what I planned, you're more demanding that I thought And I am flakier than dandruff I want to hold your hand and look outlandish together And perpetuate propaganda But what now? What then? I'll blubber to my friends and let them say fu*k MEN! By that they mean you How rude fu*k THEM, right? But what should I expect? What then? I'll blubber to my friends and let them say fu*k MEN! By that they mean you How rude fu*k THEM, right? But what should I expect? I know the stalker thing's a pretty bad plan But I'm just a little girl and I'm your number one fan And everybody tells me you're a grown a** man but I know how to handle you The stalker thing was a pretty bad plan But I'm just a little girl and I'm your number one fan And I know that you're a grown a** man but I know how to handle you My fans enable me and kissing your bu*t And then everybody little kiss is a publicity stunt And you say, "Kitty is you trickin', or what?" I'm a flinch and I'm a stick in the mud All I talk about is rhymes, though Cause what is there to say when we're sleeping in different time zones? f**ing tour from California, Vermont And like ooh ooh ooh, you're the one that I want We talk a little, then eventually stop so You're the one that I want Why the f** are you the one that I want?