Unfollowed. - Kitty

I didn’t wanna do it but I caved

And I’m bitter that I blew it

But I saved your digits so I hit hit him up at parties and at raves

And I said «I'm sorry for my art, it’s in my heart»

And it’s based like a god, like a bitch, like a Martian

I only start shit when I get Bacardi and I’m brave

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

But your mom would have a problem if we date

And then what?

What then?

Um

I’ll blubber to my friends and let them say

FUCK MEN!

By that they mean you

How rude

FUCK THEM, right?

But what should I expect?

What then?

Um

I’ll blubber to my friends and let them say

FUCK MEN!

By that they mean you

How rude

FUCK THEM, right?

But what should I expect?

And I can tell I’m agitating you

With the badgering I do

I’m attached and I knew it

But I want to let it past and get it through

How’s it 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

But like, I know how to handle you

Fucking with the kid you say you want to lend a hand to

But she’s a hottie, I can’t even hold a candle

You could’ve gave a Twitter to me, you could’ve used a handle

Said, I know you’re prettier but could you lend you man to me

Could’ve avoided a whole scandal

This isn’t what I planned, you’re more demanding that I thought

And I am flakier than dandruff

I want to hold your hand and look outlandish together

And perpetuate propaganda

But what now?

What then?

I’ll blubber to my friends and let them say

FUCK MEN!

By that they mean you

How rude

FUCK THEM, right?

But what should I expect?

What then?

I’ll blubber to my friends and let them say

FUCK MEN!

By that they mean you

How rude

FUCK THEM, right?

But what should I expect?

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

I know how to handle you

The stalker thing was a pretty bad plan

But I’m just a little girl and I’m your number one fan

And I know that you’re a grown ass man but

I know how to handle you

My fans enable me and kissing your butt

And then everybody twists, it’s a publicity stunt

Kitty is a chicken, or what?

I’m a flinch and I’m a stick in the mud

All I talk about is rhymes, though

Cause what is there to say when we’re sleeping in different time zones?

(something, something) California, Vermont

But ooh, you’re the one that I want

We talk a little, then eventually stop and

Ooh, you’re the one that I want

We talk a little, then eventually stop and

Ooh, you’re the one that I want