I'm having a good time with you, but you're writing again

Let go already, you won't see me

You write hundreds of messages every day about yes

I don't answer whores, I go to myself

I dress like a gangster

I catch eyes on myself (oh e)

They say you're stupid

And I fucked them yesterday

I loved it so much when I was fourteen, but at fifteen I didn't anymore (haha)

I started thinking late with my head (ooh)