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People talk about you and my ears start ringing
I need earplugs to sleep, like, right now
You can't stop saying my name
You almost seem like a fan
What a pathetic hater you are, I’m stuck in your mind
'Look how they move, so cringe'
I'm the Grinch of your Christmas
If I packed my bags and didn’t live in Madrid
If I had a bit more than zero, crowds way more packed
I wouldn’t say 'I’m scared,' I’d be first in line

I don’t want to dance
It’s scary to go down
If I’m not here for me
Who, who, who, who, who
Who, who, who, who, who
Who, who, who, who, who

I’m stressing thinking I’ll be hitting 30
And I’ll have more than six figures in my account
Tell me how you’re gonna mess with my head
When I’ve got autopilot on and that’s enough for me
A bunch like you have tried to bring me down but I keep gaining experience
I’m doing all the damage myself, flying knives are just foolish words
Bringing this out makes indifference look like a lie
But at least I’m staying calm
I haven’t shut up about this shit

I don’t want to dance
It’s scary to go down
If I’m not here for me
Who, who, who, who, who

I’ve hated the sound of my voice so much that I only felt the pain
Now that I’m sober and owning it, I’ve got the ball back
My hands shake like an old man
Though for me, I’m still in school
At 20, I should be lost, but they only find me drunk
The power of being a one-hit wonder made me wonder
Maybe I’ve already had my prime
I haven’t bought a house
And I haven’t even balanced things in therapy
I know I’m maturing but I don’t feel it
I feel like I’m growing and hating
Because I see death in the distance
And I don’t want to play for now

Who are you to tell me who I am
If looking for myself feels like a hassle
What am I gonna compose
What am I gonna drop if I just want to play
Mom, please stop yelling
I don’t care if they’re crashing up front
I just want to turn on my PC
Leave me alone, I’m gaming
I want to get invited to all the parties even if I don’t show up, just to have something to brag about

Ah
I’ve got a fake gun that doesn’t make a sound or shoot, but it looks cool
Gangsta
I admit I’m not street
But
I’d rather stay home
But
I’ve trained since I was little, when you least expect it, I’ll pull off this goat act
Ah
I’m not vain, I’m more valuable
Ah
On Twitter, you throw shade while your headphones are blasting
Ah