Lyrics

[Verse 1] All you wear's designer using black cards for your box wine Get an Uber out from Allen street to Marcy for your photo shoots NYU still treasures you White bands with black choirs, boo Your festivals are FYRE You're a liar, I can't fuck with you [Chorus] Oh, oh, oh, oh You, deserve Oscars For your starving Artist routine You're driving me Mad, at the culture And the cancels Now you're forty Going on fifteen [Verse 2] Hard to see the difference Are you solid or just big rich? Is it fake if you still mean it? I would say your vibes on demons I feel robbed like y'all be fiendin' You want mines, but that's not easy This take timing, this take seasons You got money, I got reasons, ooh [Chorus] You, deserve Oscars For your starving Artist routine You're driving me Mad, at the culture And the cancels Now you're forty Going on fifteen You, deserve Oscars For your starving Artist routine You're driving me Mad, at the culture And the cancels Now you're forty Going on fifteen [Outro] (Nice)