Bruh fuck it, you know I won't like it

I don't fucking like you

I'm pretty and I'm ratchet

Shut the fuck up, bruh I like the silence

Spend all money, I don't fucking mind it

Only things I wanna do: sleep and playin' chess

I don't like to talk, it's too much to say

I don't show my face, notice my hair

Dressed like I'm stupid or crazy or swagged

Why is tea so long to make and so fast to sip?

I fucking hate this, so now I'm making three

And only thing I want is sleep

Only thing I want is sleep

Aight, I ain't gonna sing

I don't like it though

What you fucking mean?

You sing in your every song

Bruh you asking me

Like you think I would know

Why am I talking to myself

I think I should go