#UNfollowed.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I didn't wanna do it but I caved And I'm bitter that I blew it, so I saved your digits So I hit him up at parties and at raves And I'm sorry for my art, it's in my heart And it's based like a God, like a bitch, like a Martian And I only start shit when I get Bacardi and I'm brave, I mean I heartily forgave you for lying but I'm pretty sure I'm dying And my room is like a grave, and I am relating to Aaliyah 'cause you say you're gonna leave her but you ain't And I've been patiently waiting since the day that you asked "Would your mama would have a problem if we date?" [Chorus] And, so, what then? Should I just blubber to my friends and let 'em say "FUCK MEN!" By that, they mean you, how rude, fuck them, right? So, what should I expect? So, what then? Should I just blubber to my friends and let 'em say "FUCK MEN!" By that, they mean you, how rude, fuck them, right? So, what should I expect? [Verse 2] And I can tell I'm agitating you with all the badgering I do You're unattached, I kinda knew But I just, I wanna let it past and get it through How's he getting all the ass? I know you do And I'll admit the stalker thing's a pretty bad plan But I'm just a little girl and you're a grown ass man So like, I know how to handle you Fucking with the kid you say you want to lend your hand to But she's a hottie, I can't even hold a candle I could've gave her Twitter to me, could've used her handle Said, "you're prettier but could you lend your man to me?" And evaded a whole scandal This isn't what I planned, you're more demanding that I thought And I am flakier than dandruff I wanna hold your hand and look outlandish together And just perpetuate propaganda [Chorus] And, so, what then? Should I just blubber to my friends and let 'em say "FUCK MEN!" By that, they mean you, how rude, fuck them, right? So, what should I expect? So, what then? Should I just blubber to my friends and let 'em say "FUCK MEN!" By that, they mean you, how rude, fuck them, right? So, what should I expect? [Verse 3] I know the stalker thing's a pretty bad plan But I'm just a little girl and I'm your number one fan And everybody tells me you're a grown ass man but, like I know how to handle you The stalker thing, it was a pretty bad plan But I'm just a little girl and I'm your number one fan So, I know how to handle you Fucking with the kid you say you want to lend your hand to My fans enable me in kissing your butt And like everybody little kiss is a publicity stunt You say, "Kitty is you trickin', or what?" I'm unflinching, I'm a stick in the mud All I can talk about is rhymes, though 'Cause what else is there to say when we're sleepin' in different time zones? Fucking tour from California, Vermont And like "ooh ooh ooh, you're the one that I want" We talk a little, but eventually stop, so You're the one that I want Why the fuck are you the one that I want?