He said I smiled too much

Couldn’t take me serious

Bet I flew there with a trust fund

Not like I’d done the work I’d done

Thought I was going to Coachella

Like he knew better

Please just sign off my ESTA

And I’ll leave you behind forever

Way to kill my mood

Fuck you

For your casual sexism

And your attitude

Way to end my vibe

When I was on a high

I guess a temper’s infectious

And you coughed on mine

Oooh

Way to kill my mood

Fuck you

For your casual sexism

And your attitude

Way to end my vibe

When I was on a high

I guеss a temper’s infectious

And you coughеd on mine

Way to kill my mood

Fuck you

I won’t spend a single lyric more on you

‘Cos you wrecked my vibe

When I was on a high

A temper’s infectious

And you coughed on mine