Songtext
This year, I went on tour
The first one of my life
Made money then made more
Went on like twenty flights
This year, I fell in love
Got my heart broken twice
I got me a new plug
I know I'll be alright
I been feeling so shitty
Haven't wrote a song in weeks
But if I just look pretty
Maybe I won't have to speak
And I'm like, "What the fuck's wrong with me?
How I say this on a beat?
My glass feels 50/50
I just wanna be complete by
Next year
Never tried to make a hit or be top pick
But I'm here
So for now, I'll talk my shit
'Cause that's what sticks and who cares?
Who cares?
Who cares?
(Coupe)
Nigga from DC wanna see me, he say I'm marvelous
Car don't got no key, don't go on E 'cause I stay charging it
In my new apartment
It's more like a house, though
I'm the bitch that's starting it
You more like a outro
If I spend a stack I'll make it back
They still like, "How though?"
If it's on a track then it's a fact
But not too loud, though
Niggas see the sauce and then they copy, paste and download
Niggas see the sauce and then they copy, paste and download
I'm like, "What the fuck's wrong with me?
How I say this on a beat?
My glass feels 50/50
I just wanna be complete by
Next year
Never tried to make a hit or be top pick
But I'm here
So for now, I'll talk my shit
'Cause that's what sticks and who cares?
Who cares?
Who cares?
Amindi Kiara Frost
Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC