Whitney Peyton - 2020 Freeverse lyrics

{Spoken} Mad love to Lady Leisure Listen, is it too late to remix a song Like 5 years later? Am I doing this right? Whatever Let's go {Verse} Little ass girl Like an O.G spitting Don't be bitter Like "No, she didn't" I go pretty mental On the instrumental Lately I've been {?} {?} Let me show these b*tches like That's right, I'm that type Come on, get your man's type Drop in on your hair Like a halfpipe {?} of lead, graphite Oh no, not a pencil joke I meant {?} When I flow I set the tone They wanna know Is it really a trend or just a hoax? All hard in your headphones Stethoscope I tend to glow Hope that I'm next to blow Take a pic for the 'gram So my friends will know My life's so perfect Impress'em all Then I go cry "Oh, my depression - oh!" Oh wait, to real rewind I'm good, it's chill, it'll be fine Get buzzed {?} when I beeline Two fingers up no peace sign All the haters really wishing I would resign Heavy labels {?} me signed That's a lot of people calling me for Different reasons Imma break my phone like "Decline, decline" Leave phonies on read Ain't gotta love me but show me respect So what you're verified Well, two marks ain't my only checks Won't hold my breath for these {?} I burn bridges so the whole home goes to shreds I get dissed but I'm not distressed I got pics of your chick and she isn't dressed That's real {?} Go hard on Wednesday like Christina Ricci Too ill Like boy you're creepy Saying you're the sh*t I don't benefit from feces, like ew You spitting too slow Dodging the drama like hitting the {?} I been so quiet for someone who's fire I'm thinking it's time that I give it a go {?} Big Wigs trying {?} of me Sell sex for success Quit telling your daughters that's how it ought to be Calling {?} Calling me an oddity Loving myself and I call it monogamy I'm still on my sorry, not sorry sh*t So fu*king apology {Spoken} And 2020, honestly Sigh Alright, I'm over it Let's get burritos